Cobblestone Tuscany

Seven o’clock in the morning
solo espresso paired with almond biscotti
She walked curt edges of
quaint chair and table settings
The natives adored their Apollonia
tourists would rage who was she?
Tagliamonte cameo strung ‘round her neck
landscape nape Sicily
Del Gatto jewel pinned at heartbeat
porcelain fingers touch delicately
Conch shell secrets
salmon hue smooth
Jealous sun racing to rise!
horizon beckons compete
Behind Opus One splashed nails
pouty, covert lips speak
Who will love me today?
tomorrow is nearly here …