She whispers "baby
We are so tired"
He answers "maybe
You are right.
Drive to the airport,
We need a break,
I'll tear your coat
On Garda Lake"
And in three hours
Life is fine:
Ice cream,sun,flowers,
Sparkling wine,
White boat,no stress,
Exciting kiss,
New dress
And nothing underneath.
Forgets her diet
And instead
She eats at night
focaccia bread.
For breakfast drinking
Bottle of Spumante.
His soul is singing
Tasting latte grande.
Art,shopping,duty free,
Museums-
They'll keep in memory
For years.
Returning home
On Sunday night,
He's drinking rom,
She takes wine.white.
But Monday came,
So difficult and wicked.
They do the same-
Buy tickets for next weekend...
Nights 10/11/12 June 2015
By Yulia Zhara