Je suis in le premiere place a la Napoli, room 302 in the UNA Napoli. And i think of you, and write to you in three tongues.. But from one heart. My Australian one. Which you stole the day we first met. I was overwhelmed then. And salved. In the way that Italia has saved me from my past, and that time, and … now i move towards you.
I look north, with the statue of ‘il munocipio di napoli’ to my left, and i try to stand … firmly but lightly looking toward you in Paris.
But instead my eyes well with tears.
When you believe that these words are mine, you will know that I am yours.
I DO LOVE YOU
you beat on my chest
a bottle of tequila and a bubble bath between us
your tiny fists rain painful thumps
I say I don’t believe you
they aren’t innocent words
and yours isn’t an innocent voice
I say this
So I don’t have to say
I love you
NO I DO LOVE YOU!
Yelling and thumping
You will be embarrassed by this tomorrow
You will be embraced by me tommorrow
as I tease you relentlessly
because you’re a non-violent hippy
and you hit me relentlessly
You will be embarrassed for months
But I will remember it
your tiny fists
your ‘innocent’ voice
in the desert of prophets
that knows no innocence
or all of it
when I stare at the sky
blue and hot
I will remember
when I pick up a stone