Mornings came in heavy soled shoes

the closed grey curtains shuddered

at the approaching brightness

and its revelations on

what can be seen of what we deny

buttery sweet pastries with edges curled

small pockets of crispy golden seashells

in them we swallow endless wild seas

to cover the footprints we leave

on the cresting of high waves-

(I taste sea salt and sugar on your lips)

no one knows here- no one cares

about where your home lives

or where my self-respect hides

willing to vacation with the love of you

in interiors cocooned in bliss-

we shelter in long shadows

climbing tall buildings to guard

our delicate yet far-flung desires

triangle blue sky gathering promises as petals

to store in our drawers beside hope and faith

leaving prying eyes to live in the warmth of kisses

in the silent corners of ancient roman streets

if only-

I would wait forever for you

through long cold winters

or fickle springs when the rains come,

until these quiet summers at last arrive

bits of autumn still entangled between

our naked thighs