stray caresses sit drunk on ancient marble steps.
The gondoliers sing haunting songs of mourning in their floating coffins.
Blue hearses lined, a steep price to pay for a ride across the Lethe.
The green shroud wrinkles at my feet,
a cool breeze blows and finds its way between my teeth.
The languid curves of an ancient smile trace etched lines on my face.
Which world yearns for me?
I lived for the hollows of his palms, in the dust of his feet, in every fold of his skin.
I chose to forget at the river’s edge…