softness & moonlight
Very hot bubble bath with a good book (hardcover Secrets Of Rome) & exceedingly chilled Italian champagne. The taste of fruit is still in my mouth. Annihilated after a hot day in the Italian sun walking through grand palazzos and the ruins of the past. The air chokes me. I hide in the room, a tiny, lovely oasis. He reads about Caesar, I read about the ancients & a 1960s murder on Via Puccini. I can smell the sweet magnolia trees through the balcony windows wafting in from the Borghese gardens, a few paces from where I sit, writing to you.
(Marzo, 2010, Roma, Italia)
