05.12.06 - 11:24 am

What was it you tried to tell me about all those years?
Your soft brown eyes, so disappointed.
Did we hold hands there?
In that maze of stone and plaster
down ancient city streets flushed with sparkling
olive veins of water,
where we shared our bed
but not our thoughts.
Submerged under a crisp cobalt sky
draped in golden spires of sunlight
rinsing off
thoughts of home.
So disenchanted here,
you�d say with just a sigh.
Morning cigarettes
your careless smoke
coaxing my silenced contempt,
did we kiss eyes open or closed?
empty evening wine bottles,
lip stained glasses,
warm white sheets,
did you even notice?