Duomo Di Siena

 

Siting in the Duomo
dreaming us, dreaming

you, wanting you like
a nun In an empty church

devoutly on your knees before me —
here where love has sealed

the confessional doors shut;
there is no past, there is no

future, just blue grey ribbons
of incense smoke swirling up

around the angels laughing
doing aerial acrobatics in

the star painted space
of the dome of the Duomo;

just for the joy of it & a gift
for us & for our bodies placed

on love’s altar
willingly.

 

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