In your burgundy Theodora dress
Pinned with diamond paste brooch in the shape of star
Crow haired and orb eyed and looking me down
Your haughty voice that last lick of grandeur
The drawstring bag of an escapee and all your poetry books
To drive through the night playing Huron
Here in this little settlement of trees and lanes
Our old caravan that we shall home yet
Embellish and adorn shall we yet
imbellire they might say, make beautiful
Roasting cherry tomatoes, picking the basil 🌿
El Pajero for the linguine and ricotta
Love born of a hopeless place
Our new standing ground in chaos
A place for the dark muse to settle to habit
But for you everything is resolved to passion.
[still needs lots of editing]
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