your liberty arms lacing
anemone fingers
you gingerly new
una giola
as starship glad garland canoe lips
as precios cargo water-lily light
sweet cherubino we ate outside polenta at Camandona
out-of-season
stacked a winter wood-pile
and sing a fresh skin
and sing a freshly sheen
caressing this musical ear
you beginning to glaze
my eyes, my fingers tendering
we look across clearly at the Sienese dawn
we a wandering smile in the streets of Rome
e amore
dreamt and glistening
