Orvieto held me like a fog, a
transient love I cannot forget.
Italy moves through and around
you in those Umbrian hills, kissing
your neck if you wear your hair up,
an exquisite surprise. I climbed
a tower and crouched into
catacombs, needing to be above
and below this creature inside me.
Some places never leave you,
even if you never call them home.
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