remember these summer nights of 1931 when the world was like a noir film all moving shadows cinematic, full of cigarette smoke & art deco elegance 1. YOUR laugh echoes through the Sicilian coast 2. MY jeweled fingers twisted on your wrist 3. YOUR soothing voiсe, whispering “amore mio” 4. MY mind, drunk on you and champagne (the woman tasted the words on her tongue “will you still worship me when all the divinity will crumble from my skin, as if i was an exquisite rose, so fragile in my youth and beauty? the man grinned, his smile aimed at her heart like a loaded gun "if all your petals would wither, i would still love your thorns.”) 5. YOU, in an aura of gunpowder and moonlight, telling me to run 6. YOU, laying on the cold asphalt, wounds blooming on your body like red flowers 7. YOU, pale and unrecognizable in a mahogany coffin 8. ME, dressed in all in black on your funeral, veil hiding my face 9. ME, drinking the salt of my tears like communal wine 10. ME, in agony, dying, dead now our love is just a distant memory like a cracking vinyl record set up on a warm july evening jazz tunes flowing with the wind making the weightless curtains twirl
1931 d.s.