gold

teaspoon by teaspoon
i meted all my love to you.
morning light
wafted into the room,
was carried across the sky until it met
striking jade eyes

and left to play along the surface of the sea.


the houses were all stacked on each other,
breathing deep to inhale the morning sun.
and each clammered to see the meeting of
water and earth and sky-

all i could think was yellow

i searched for a hair pin to tie up my curls,
then waited. and laughed,

il sole mi reso la risata- the sun made me laugh,
and i was glad that ray
sounds like risata,
but nothing like your
rich, savoury laugh.

happy as the morning,
i soaked it all up in your
little tuscan room-