Intoxication

But my tongue is sticky with fear

I found you, I lost you.

Where are you know?

Io sono una dea di cucina

The God of Love in Opposition

The night sky, redolent reflection

Sets afire your eyes

And though your fingers brush

Polvere d’ angelli

Looking out the window of my wash room

And I am faint with memory

After all out time together

You thank me still

To assemble a memorial to love

So we’ll remember.