Sunset on Villa Borghese

As I sit with aching head –
Sore as exhausted feet –
Watch the sun fall on
this day marked for rest,
Lines of the horizon spill
in pink that yearn to be touched.

Thoughts dance in colour,
Reciprocal desire that, here,
Is yet unfulfilled.
Hearts try to capture the
light, love, lust
that consumes each evening.

We envy the angels with
wings and delicate hands,
Convinced that they know not
what they have and can do,
Living the fantasies that are
replayed every time.

Yet here I sit watching the sun
painting my love in roses
across the broad distant,
At rest and in some peace,
Drowning in my eyes as they
swim in the visage of another.

Sunset on Villa Borghese


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