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LA CONVERSAZIONE (In three cantos, starting with Lucrezia Borgia and alternating between Lucrezia and her brother Ceasare) 1. Where have you been brother friend Never far, never near just beyond fingers that would hold you into me-in me constant, though unsettling I am aware of this distance it can ne’er be breached The waters which divide us stand house upon the sand glinting, golden cockles about your brow floating wavelet your man-child eyes see mebut do not the ache cinches constricting and clawing Robbing me Raping me While I stand here bloodied and the blood, our blood flows like a river down the blade We don’t think these things the thoughts themselves verboten Could you have ever said them in my presence Your hands tremble eyesLondon blue cool as the ocean slip through brimming tears you dare not shed dread laden -dead while my hands and lips would wait forever for the remittance that never will be This would be our final hour... Read the next page ARIA LIGI