The Bookshop

There in the back room of Poesia Incompleta
– What a wonderful name! – my beloved
and I could have fucked out of the joy
of Literature. (Porno title: Corto Maltese and his Muse;
script by J Matteo.) Of course we didn’t,
not with our friend on the sofa in the front of the shop,
smoking cigarillos and reading. Especially not in this city
where baroque syntax and a luminous noun
are the shortest route through the alleys and one-way streets up
and up to the secluded miradouro of my half-heartedly
foreign Soul.

- John Mateer