ITALIAN GIRL

I sent you bright oranges from Cefalü

That flamed like the love I offered to you.

Purple wine from Pachino I sipped,

Like kisses evoking the mist of your lips.

You sat in the hot Agrigento sun with me

At a tiny white table under a tree,

And the Saracen dark in your level eyes,

With their strange power to hypnotize,

Flooded my will. With a sudden start,

Golden doors opened under my heart.

How urgency calls up the color red,

Where what is shown is all that is said.

A shaft from the sky of Tyrrhenian blue

Bolted through me just as I entered you.

Small yellow blooms went flat as we rolled,

invading each other, body and soul,

And as I kissed your soft breezes out.

A spectrum exploded, and colors poured out.

For Charlene Caprio