Fruity old city,
you know how to decorate
all the boring squares.

Oft loved by lovers,
an unsurprising landmark –
phallic centerpiece.

A city rebuilt,
the fire of their bombs only
seemed to temper it.

The city of peace,
bathed in the blood of martyrs,
and built on their bones.

Love is just a word,
but “loyalty”, “devotion”?
Those are so much more.

A novel wonder,
the thrill of an unwrapped gift –
who knows what’s inside.

The taste of her lips
remained after all this time,
a soft memory.

A deep betrayal,
“I can never forgive you
for what you have done.”

Arrogant poet,
think you’re so fucking special?
Get a fucking job.