A Postcard to Duncan Hannah - Rome - 1984

1984 Nothing open in Rome after dark No bars, no restaurants, No nightclub. Rossa Brigatte on the prowl Per i ricchi. The Fascistos hunting The Red Brigades. The Revolution stalking capitalism Around the world Gina and I stand before the Forum Ruins of a empire Richest in the world Tonight ruins She speaks no English I speak no Italian Only the lingua mondo French. Which works for us Our bodies speak lust. Rome not an open city. Not the Forum. Me and Gina One blow for the Revolution We jumped the Forum's Fence Easy to avoid the guards In the black of night. We know why we're here. Gina lays on broken stone and pulls up her skirt Latin letters impressed into her flesh… Ancient dust powders thighs…. A crowd centuries old Whisper Distant centuries away Tonight Gina's breathing louder Than the ghosts of Rome. Veni vidi veni. No one here But Gina and me. Eternal Rome Ad infinitim.