• Gregory Arena

Gregory Arena, one poem


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Our love is a temple.

I smell your perfume whilst you dress.

Still in bed I see your reflection

And your silhouette passing in the shadows.

You are a dream of a dream

Of a line verse

Forgotten in slumber.

Gregory Arena is 54 and lives in Bergamo in Northern Italy. When not writing or teaching he spends time with his wife and daughter or goes trekking, mountain-biking, and cross-country skiing. He has published a fair amount of short stories and poems in Small Press publications.


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