Thursday, September 1, 2016

venezia con mia sorella

I remember
That night
Born of words that cut like knives
And silences... they'd cut, too
I remember
After hours by the canals
Hours apart
And of abandoned men
How we took the midnight gondola
To the highest tower
And there
As if with holy wine
We drank
And made our peace under the stars.

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