- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Palermo, Wooden Floors
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Dusty wooden floors
and staring upwards
from inside the
abandoned church
Backpack lounge chairs
back to back
passing Palermo vino
Brick and morter frame
heaven above
Passing over parish trees
now free to grow
within these walls
A sirens wail
leads off to shelled
markets
bustling ruins,
motorino running
among stalls
shuffling feet
fallen walls
fade in the distance
Open Air
Our fingers brush
with each
drink
And I imagine I
taste your lips
on the bottle
(c) 2003 m.f.
- COMMENTS
WickedEveabout 20 years agoThe entire poem has some wonderful word choices. Unfortunately, some poems have weak endings, but this one certainly doesn't. The ending is more than satisfying for this reader.
