The movie-star in love with golden aquila,
lay across ancient ruins like Roman goddess
with arched back and five star insecurities.
A rasping vespa screeched around ancient stones,
as she splashed porcelain in crystal clear fountains,
pretending to be a sultry native with hopeless words.
Don't let her read the love poems of Catullus,
or she will be forever dreaming of thousands of kisses,
tortured by unrequited love and hooded traitors.
Hallucinating tattooed film stars and la dolce vita,
she was lost to the city and it swept her up,
along with all the other wannabe Italian starlets.
