You will always stay
The statue in a Tuscan square.
Spent at your thighs,
I am the hopeful and the drunk.
The wine of every night uncorked,
You will always stay the one who's
Lips, half open, statuesque,
Broke me down by syllable
And left me in the ruins of this bed.
You will always stay
The painting I avoid
Every time I travel
Where too many artists
Fail.