La Dolce Vita

I’m in the mood
for a frothy kind of moment,

wading into the Trevi fountain at dawn while early tourists gawp

and the water rolls off my skin sweetened by a feast of Italian pastries

the disbelieving, laughing sparse crowd disappears as it is all for your benefit

For you,
who is unlike anybody I’ve ever met,

and for you

I am a goddess made of pale flesh, a temptress in a black dress

though Fellini is long gone, the cameras stopped rolling at a point in time when the world gave up, the colours bled out and la dolce vita died

except in crooked hearts like mine

La notteโ€”dark as tar, I would be blind if it wasn’t for the light in your eyes,
reflecting my image a hundred timesโ€”
a dreamingย woman materialising out of film stills, in black and white

71 thoughts on “La Dolce Vita

      1. There are some but I don’t know how many have like a nice sculpture or anything. But we could go on a fountain splashing tour. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  1. I do see you like this Nat. You are already glamorous and are gorgeous in a black dress. I would love to see you wade in a fountain on a warm night while all the paparazzi took your picture. I would be wearing a black tux and would smile gently, appreciating your beauty and sensuality, then take your hand to help you out of the fountain when you were ready, while letting all the others appreciate your wet, sensual beauty and elegance. A fountain in Paris would be a lovely setting for this scene.


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