NaPoWriMo day 3, poem 3/30. Today's prompt was a sea shanty, which I have no interest in writing, but I figured I could write about the sea. I ended up in Venice instead. Mostly inspired by my own travels but of course I have to credit Jeanette Winterson's The Passion.
Venezia
I belong not underground
but afloat, only water
to edge me in. I walk
this tangled mass of land
and sea with little Italian,
no map. I follow graffiti,
always find your door.
Here we take off
our masks, here each move
is a circle, a wave, a lapping
of wet against skin.
You paint each penumbra
of my body, spelling-
la mia regina,
my queen.
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