Rome

I only allow myself 
to be half full of Rome
untill nightfall

The ancient streets
are filled with mortal sins
of the modern life

In the shadow of the street lights
I take off my sandals
kneading my heels into the cold cobblestones
pressing my palms on the old walls

Now
I let the saints and ghosts
fill me with the rest
A scarlet rose in my hair
A bronze raven at my feet