Gregory Arena, one poem
- Jul 1, 2017
- 1 min read
UNTITLED
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.
