Is the belvedere a rapture gate? Far in the rose pergola high above a terrace, I met a young woman climbing a last stair as if daring to in an act of surprise and she turned toward me and we then both looked below at the formal garden. Sunlight made our balustrade afternoon. Quiet, I turned to her and said: how beautiful. With a searing smile, she gazed at me: Thank you she replied, almost beatific at my apparent compliment uttered for the urn afternoon there and not intended for her until we reached the belvedere.
Gate Sunlight II
Could we, loving in an alcove of the pergola-reach loggia after guessing in an enfilade expire in a state of rapture
after being so very tentative? but she had quite misunderstood, or had wanted to misunderstand me, perhaps wanting a desire that would never tire at sea, were she to be oceanic with pleasure, in a manner of speaking, in a trove
of delight lasing all night but her astonishment, about her in the vastness of the afternoon, hoping it might go on forever