I want a white house in the middle
of other white houses - pale and sunburnt
The wind will roar in from the sea
to settle in the crevices, a lion's heart to my need
We will be drunk with wine & life!
And I will shout for choices from the vine.
All the finest things shall listen -
Rosso, Barbera, Vermentino, will be mine.
Italia, amo su sol, Oh Italy, I love your wine!
Let the sun rise on yellowed cheeses.
The sun will be a woman, cherry red and bright
lifting into the mellow honey of morning's light.
I will plant my bare feet on the steep path
that descends to the blue water -
And you shall be there by the coolness working
our crusted dinghy into a gondola
The rocks will call us lovers & insatiable.
The moon will brood restless through the day sky -
Impatient to shatter stars and stroke our eyes.