Venice

VENICE In a gondola with a handsome Italian whispering in my ear “Ti amo”. He caresses my hair, my soggy hair. Drenched kisses. Rain. The gondolier soaking wet. Droplets of water escape his hat’s rim splashing. He doesn’t sing “O Sole Mio”. The grayish buildings, take a shower. The soiled water drains into narrow side walks and further into the canal. Under every dripping bridge another kiss. Water everywhere. Romance drowns. “Ti voliglio bene,” my date whispers. “I have to pee,” I answer.