Foreign
Venice in love
Harpsichord singing my triumph
Hear the pigeons shake their wings
The heights of cathedrals that are
Hiding angels inside
Smokey mist in the club
Drinking tasteful red wine
Can even taste the color red in the drink
Dark, honest eyes
Making love in huge mountains of bedsheets
Red pink purple sky
My wonderful reflection in blue clear water
Sparkling through the piercing white sun
Resting on soft green steps
Soft violins playing memorable thoughts
Couple dancing in magic
Attending a mask festival
Belly dancers shaking hot rhythms
A mysterious woman covered in white makeup
Champagne red lips, blushed cheeks, long blue eyelashes
In a bright red costume
With an unusual red hat with white pearls dangling from atop
A smile saying, "Welcome home"
Steaming coffee on a cool Venice morning,
I am home