I just realised I have resisted two
months and a half since I last
allowed my mind to think of you
not long enough envisaged more
yet again you landed,
invaded my intentions with violence
owing to the roman conqueror
you pride yourself to be, reciting
orations of generals you esteemed
imposing me to remember who we were,
‘la coppia piu bella del mondo’ they used to say
just like the song a walking melody
afore the eyes of envy as people waved,
forced smiles to our impish happiness two
addicts to everything coming
our way, anything life poured upon us
long rides on your red lover, bmw bike
lost and found more than twice
detoxing trips to thermal baths,
books you’d read to me history debates
philosophical tournaments never quite
sure who would win and if I’d want to
a duel adrenaline we sinned,
presumption leading us to believe
no one could see, notice our predicaments,
debasement of contorted joggling minds
naively toying with overpowering feelings
you drove me into the abyss
hot springs of Ischia, got me locked
up by doctors treating me as if I was
crazy my signature even would not suffice
to free me, paradox you were the sole
person who could retrieve me, terrified
they’d lock you too at your mere sight,
yet they let us go an imprudent idea
in retrospect as I fled from you two
hours later. Nonetheless I know
you still wear that blue channel
somewhere in my contorted mind
a gesture showing you care.
What a mare’s nest.
[Featured painting: Ischia Notturno by Vincenzo Aprile]