a wonderful evening—

an evening under the stars,

in italy, hardly featuring

you and me, though we love

who we are. i have blue eyes,

yours evergreen. the gondolas

upturned and nestling,

the bulbous light

bouncing off the water

and refracting, splitting the sky,

beaming, beaming, beaming,

is the smile on my face

when i look over at my company.

i melt into your gaze,

disappearing like an ore sinking

in the sea. i split from reality

and fall into the fantasy

of the future

i wish would befall us.

i see the future so evergreen,

though we can’t ever rest.

i’d curse the color baby

blue if i’d ever have a baby

with you. we’d do

something neutral, like paint

the walls green.

the fantasy breaks

against a bridge, as i marvel

at how we can be beneath

what supposedly brings

people across.

i have brown eyes

turned blue by the scene.

how evergreen

are our dreams, how delicate

is the word “our.”

i never loved who i fell

in love with because i love

you. it’s religion, it’s fulfilling

every prophecy in view.

when the vast orchestral

tunes encircle and embellish

these words i will introduce them

by saying, “this song

is about the right person.”

this song is about you.

even when not in rome,

i always have a wonderful

evening with you.

a wonderful evening, indeed.