Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras

.
shall I describe to anyone
now or when I’m old
the many bosoms of
the Mediterranean gulfs
.
that fill my heart periodically
since I was fourteen I think
I would have not imagined
to be here still after all
.
I visited the metropolis
I lived in and left as a capricious
gets tired of lovers the oceans
I crossed the skies I consumed
.
I keep on being called here
to have my days emptied
to skim thoughts to the bones
to love those bones