Goodbye hugs
a flying kiss
ways apart
morning coffees
and a share of cake
with a view of a cathedral
cold wind
but warm sunshine
don’t ask, don’t tells
pressed face
smudged make-up
on white sheets
sunrise through a window
by the Grand Canal
slumber under tight tucked sheets
a face
a smile
a burst of laughter
bouncing
on reflection
say “hi”
dead end of a Venetian street
starry evening sky
seas filled the mouths
talk to hunger
no strangers
pile of clothes
on hotel room floors
kisses at first glance
I don’t know you
but I long for your touch.