Ancient Maiden Dream

Ancient Maiden Dream
 
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
 
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
 
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush in like the flutter of sparrows
And her heart murmurs in the breeze
That blows the pages of her book
Scribed by Ovid during amorous hours
When her eyes pine for the moon