we walked to the market
and debated tomatoes
had time on our hands
met grandmas like angels

shared a slice of margarita
on the bench back to the site
can’t find the right words now
but girl that felt right

maybe this trip
mile after mile
will stand as the last
one of our highs

Vampire city
of Volterra
eclipses history
newmoon comes
to rescue
darkness extends
Voldemort reigns
Harry in harrowing distress
no respite in sight
despite I fight
methane poisons
the mushy fountain
legs shake
golden chain
iron fist
breathless forever
tugged in war
losing and winning
travel on cycle
tasteless truth mocks
the Kathleen cakes
haze and clarity
two sole seasons
in between a slice of reason
break down more and more
doubt your self-worth
sudden splash of resurrection
on your divine lips
as Cinderella builds
her own castle to live.