Saturday, July 16, 2011

Amore Mio

My love's waiting
in Roma
sweet brown eyes
shy smile
can't believe
a woman like me
hard as nails
soft as oysters in a half shell
wants to bring
him to life
hold his head
love him.

Suspend my disbelief
open myself
to trust
absolution of soul
dreaming fairy tales
for the next few months
love games.

Mirror image woman
not me
yesterday's woman is gone
hope returns
if I open the red door
The universe smiles and nods
He says he loves my eyes
my hair
he wants to build me a castle
in the clouds
and I think I'll let him.

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