(leaving Stromboli) (Sicilia 35)

that infinity is eating her up,
like my eyes.
hungry like never before,
please! let me taste.
the juice will drip and spread and love
the edges.
the romance of this consummation will be the cannolo sweetness
this night desires.

ah, gulls search for home.
so do I, here.
maybe it is home.
she is falling into the sea’s stomach
the last to digest is rapid and delicious.
the crème de la crème of peace.
to look away is to waste
her beauty.
goodnight goddess of the sky,
goodnight.