222. 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.