October 5, 2008
Bella Lingua
I’ve forgotten you
Bella lingua.
But do not despair
There is a kind of forgetting
That more closely resembles
A storied princess
Tucked in a turret
Waiting for a fabled knight
To rescue her.
That is the kind of forgetting
I’ve done with you
Bella lingua.
I do not leave the tower
To wander the wilderness
Searching for a trace of you.
My nights are not reels of memories
Nor are my days sullen spent.
But sometimes your voice
Wafts up the spiral staircase
Mingling with scents of fresh bread and wild Narcissus
And the songs of turtle doves.
It is then that I remember
My knight in shining armor
My bella lingua.
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