Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
“What does the air in Italy smell like?”
He, the American writer in Naples,
and damp ancient clay.”
She fell hard. His words made love
to her thirsty heart.
Their words together, an electric storm,
The kind of connection that begs
Two souls briefly converge,
realizing their limits.
She will never smell lavender again
without thinking of him, of Italy
and what could have been.