Triumphal Arches

Sicilian octave (strambotto) My pearl, who’s skin shimmers as nacre in light, Firm as carved marble, enduring as Greek bust, Breasts swollen from rolling meadows fertile night, The hollows of triumphal arch’s, toast lust, A song of three heartbeats, will the bard recite, My love, sharp as the sword which can never rust, Honed bladeContinue reading “Triumphal Arches”