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"Honeymoon Eyes"

August 6, 2016

Posting this poem in honor of our 10th wedding anniversary... 

 

Honeymoon Eyes

Everything is filtered through honeymoon eyes.

The Piazza San Marco, its squabble of pigeons and 

tourists, a little bit of Italy. 

 

David Gilmour, pinkly lit 

through misty sheets of summer storm sounds 

comfortably numb as he

hums mightily to the crowd 

where we stand. 

Us. And them is everyone. 

 

Black and blue

we later found to be

the colors of that evening, 

when our sweet Aurora was conceived in 

more than thought

more bacchanal than beloved,

 

like a Veronese painting, the kind 

the Doge lived inside.  

Brilliant luminous hues of viridian, cerulean, scarlet 

blood, mine and yours awash with wine, 

giddy with cannabis and canals and cannoli. 

 

Me in my dangerous blue dress and you reveling 

with me at the Caffe Paradiso.

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