Italian Hotel Cafe Poem by james watkin

Italian Hotel Cafe



Stairway, courtyard; and again.
Down to which shade, cools most
Feel each through each, what befits
Love's god serve; host.

Sunk in their late afternoon's
Coffee-sipping languor.
Dear, for a dreamt time and place
You, me. Amor!

Wednesday, November 16, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: drinking
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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