Cinque Terre

Each nerve, every cell, drops of unshed blood,
Eyes sinewed lips in an unformed tear flood

Soaked in wine, born afresh, these sacred mystic sites
Or colored bubbles? our Cinque Terre nights

We built laughter-fences around each other's hearts
And drove creepy love from saturnine fantasy arts

But I crawl yet again into your Cinque Terre loft
And ask for bubbles to be blown and to be lost

When sultry shadows of fresh rain clouds
splintered those Cinque Terre night shrouds

Promises never made, lessons never learnt
the ending of that which never began was burnt

Oh for all those leached colors, my Cinque Terre bubbles!