capri

burnt skin on my thighs
a clear glass carafe of unpronounceable wine
(she wore the white dress that night
and told him in his native tongue
that she would wait for a diamond first.)
a bakery sandwiched between ferragamo and prada
the water was a mutant blue
if you tip an extra euro
they'll call you Bella and pour another limoncello
every time i tried to take a picture
the lemon trees shifted
the sky blinked
the Mediterranean laughed
digital cameras are futile in the face of culture