A haze of amber flecked with gold
the nightly spell of Rome takes hold
its citrine light gleams from our hair
and our footsteps float as if on air

The ancient mischief of ancient lanes
dilates our eyes, infects our brains
the domes and columns coalesce
to wink us, nudge us, urge us, 'yes'

With impish looks, our hands entwine
our faces flushed with golden wine
coy laughter rolls in rustic streets
till in our sight, the river greets

Upon the bridge, the Tiber calls
our glances dip and silence falls
with glimmered quill, the waters write
“The time is now to seize the night”

I squeeze her hand, she bites her lip
up to the ledge, I quickly skip
she joins me swiftly, turning pink
with gazes locked, we breathe in sync

With softest hands, I brush her face
and in a move that flows with grace
our parted lips meet to compress
and soon enough our tongues caress

The city grins with hushed applause
and through our veins its passion roars
three thousand years of joys refresh
to burn again in mortal flesh