A lovely breeze finds me in the summer time,
I taste your black Italian hair so sweet
Blowing in my face divinely.
Kissing your red mouth on a carousel,
The marvelous day has a rhythmic heartbeat of desire.
I’ll win a lottery of midnight stars,
Breathe fragrant lilac air,
You are with me now as the night disrobes.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-italian-hair/
