229. Bellapais.

there’s something of the night
in your voice,
your voice and the wine and the sweet birdsong
perched above the chasm of our words –
the jewels of love
lying here,
scattered amongst the abbey ruins
the mystery taken &
chalked up to experience.
our view across the lands below,
the precipice beneath
the circling eagle,
we eat and talk
yet there are holes in our
conversation today.
but we are here,
the sun is shining
and you say
you love me
 – and I love you
and reflect that
the gods hold perfection to their breast
& we take only what we may.