Down the Foibe
was the last time I saw you
and it was there in trieste
that we felt this way, falling
to the sad swoon of the sea
thrown from the gulf
both of us in free communal
bound by tongue our caress
our love broken
Down the Foibe
in the darkness
chasms of our limbs
and our hands can connect
recapitulate, get up
torn from the stars, strive
our love above
and throw ourselves back
was the last time I saw you
and it was there in trieste
that we felt this way, falling
to the sad swoon of the sea
thrown from the gulf
both of us in free communal
bound by tongue our caress
our love broken
Down the Foibe
in the darkness
chasms of our limbs
and our hands can connect
recapitulate, get up
torn from the stars, strive
our love above
and throw ourselves back
