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An Afternoon in Rome
- Red Cedar Review
- Michigan State University Press
- Volume 39, 2004
- pp. 55-56
- 10.1353/rcr.2013.0023
- Article
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An Afternoon in Rome David Sapp When coincidence gave us an afternoon in Rome it didn't occur to me to mislay our ages, before my graying head vanished around a corner, before your lithe form rushed headlong into life; now I wish we might have risked one kiss, an impulsive urge in the Forum, shoulders grazing in a fragment ofshade on a remnant of temple overlooking the ruins ofthe House ofthe Vestal Virgins, your soft figure making the sharp stones harsher; a pause on our walk where the columns ofTrajan's basilicas once rose, where the previous day when you were frightened, fending off a gypsy girl yanking at your tote: a quiet, unhurried kiss, a lingering, consoling embrace; in the Magritte exhibition, our cheeks and fingers nearly touching, peering into each, 55 56DAVID SAPP curious, disconcerting canvas, our patting lips perplexed in a peculiar, electric landscape; in the Gesù " church, our hearts like giddy kids dashing from a sudden, clamorous downpour into the thick, abrupt and silent, gilded chaos of unrestrained Baroque; a shy and tentative kiss, feigned awkward innocence in a forbidden holy place; in the dark Pahzzo Venezia, where Caravaggio's luminous bodies burst from shadowed walls, a kiss in a dim tenebristic passage, muted rain and desire echoing from high frescoed ceilings; oh, we could not stop at your lips! I'd find the corners ofyour eyes, the supple hollow ofyour throat, my face lost in your disheveled hair; or when I pleaded for one more painting in San Luigi dei Francesi, waiting on the steps for our doors to open, scooping fruitygehto to cool our tongues; if we kissed then, after die storm passed, the sun reappearing, our moods buoyant, we would have laughed, our mouths sticky. ...