Cobblestone Tuscany

Seven o’clock in the morning
solo espresso paired with almond biscotti

She walked curt edges of
quaint chair and table settings

The natives adored their Apollonia
tourists would rage who was she?

Tagliamonte cameo strung ‘round her neck
landscape nape Sicily

Del Gatto jewel pinned at heartbeat
porcelain fingers touch delicately

Conch shell secrets
salmon hue smooth

Jealous sun racing to rise!
horizon beckons compete

Behind Opus One splashed nails
pouty, covert lips speak

Who will love me today?
tomorrow is nearly here …