Firenze looks beautiful in lamp light at midnight.
We’re wandering down little cobbled roads,
fingers entwined, Aperol Spritz lingers on my tongue
as I walk in my jelly shoes. We cross
the Ponte Vecchio Bridge, moonflickered
along the old fashioned shops, hiding
sparkly treasures that are only seen at dawn.
You spin me around as the guitarist in the street
plays a song we can’t understand, angry-dreams
vanish down the River Arno. Smiley eyed people
pass us in these lemon and orange evening hues
and the warm Tuscan air pecks our cheeks- we share
a hot chocolate from a shop near the Duomo.