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]