(Catania / il treno por Siracusa) (Sicilia 12)

you fucking tease.
you’ve got diamonds in there, I know it.
you’ve maneuvered yourself in such a manner
that no matter when I encounter you,
the glow is almost a cancer the way it overpowers.
and then you hid,
behind the stresses we entail
and the buildings we think mean anything
but really- you’re around,
poking fun at all of us for being
anything but rich.

I know you savour us.
we dive in and appreciate what
we all know is beauty
but secretly, I know
you can’t wait to lick us all over
and taste the pureness of
the way we wear our toil.

how I know/ because when your guard is down
and I’m beyond the surface of what
you have to offer,
I can hear you exhale in ecstasy
that I’ve returned.