good . night

lost in the dark immensity of her eyes
he was drawn in . like a honey bee
i guess he must have loved her
to have flown there . leaving his world
sphere against sphere . in a dream
of one little room . beside another
and he circled . turning to this moon
fixed on those breathless eyes
basking like a thief with nightgold

oh john . I’m so sorry . you were wrong
the italians should have told you this
you see, your face reflects . not refracts
it’s like a thin film . an unequal mix

unica come sei . immensa quando vuoi
grazie di esistere...