Italian Osteria, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Wilhelm Marstrand, Italian Osteria Scene (c. 1860)


Italian Osteria, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Will I be safe to sit at this table?
For it appears that I am out numbered.
Such beauty is there anything to mull?
With love potential need not be badgered.

Due belle donne, what an impossible choice,
Of different beauty yet both appeal.
It is possible I will have no voice,
All a matter of who my heart does steal.

Darting eyes tells me to be in good stead,
Orthrus is there protecting what I seek.
One illicit move I’d be torn to shred.
Deep pain for the blood of my groin be pique.

Cursed am I for being filled with desire,
Today only a smile will I acquire.




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