you’re my piazza navona

When I think of the Piazza Navona in Rome I think of you now.

Last time I was there I was walking around, and every coffee I had, or wine I sipped, or smile I gave to a passing man, or Bernini fountains I stopped and stood at for the hundredth time pondering with fresh eyes, or place I wandered into… gazing at everything in Saint Agnese, or in the museums near by; I thought about you there in the piazza before me, and after me, off in your own reverie, not thinking of me except when I asked for an image of you once, standing before a marble goddess. You sent it to your part-time Aphrodite on Hérmes’ winged feet, and I treasured it, and buried it, like Crassus’ riches.

You have captured my imagination against my will, and that’s kind of lovely.

This strange, exciting, impossible idea of you sprung from the wells of imagination.

My eyes shine at you; the color of dreams and the sea.

Your eyes burn at me; the color of will and life and earth.

And time itself is a secret nod between us.

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Glad you’re back. This is magical.

      1. My pleasure! It’s a lovely piece of writing and such a pleasant surprise 🙂

      2. Jane, that means the absolute world to me! I am working on some great things and will be posting more !!!

      3. Look forward to reading you great things 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
    I once dreamed of living in Rome. This blog is the nearest I’ll get to it.

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