Maybe I still think of you

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.

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