to glean
a cheek
che carina!
a glance
una ghirlanda
through a soft sleep on and on his shoulder
held your name spreads lodged
in the Piedmontese mountain paths
we walked (and speak of each new gesture) at home
we harvest a tread lightly
s t i l l
a sense of hearing
over ice and dale bellissima bambina kissing
movements and moments
gardenesque and gorgeous beneath open skies born
