I remember when you told me about Florence

it's high towers

and stony roads.

You held my hand

and whispered sweet love songs in Spanish.

The night was elusive, stretched out and wild.

My veins were full of spices

coloring my skin into different flavors

that, in all of my youth's beauty

was far too alluring for both of our well beings.

My belly became my temple

shading fondly to the thick feeling that I feel for you.

"Someday" you said "I'll take you there and we'll be free."

Someday is a strange melody

spoken in rhymes and rhythms

that are meant to defy time.

Sweet Lorenzo,

was my ticket to the calmness of the future.

So long ahead

on that stony road

that led to the high towers

of the Florence that he told me about.