david with chocolate

I sip ciocolatte in the Piazza Signora And gaze transfixed at the thingGigantic, glorious, lordly, naked David with a sling.

And I wish, the day you came into camp, That I had been Jonathon.

You stood in my tent door, startling and stark, Incredibly fair-and I was undone!

Trembling shook me-I tried to rise.

You offered your hand and drew me up. We stood clasped in silence, eye in eye, Prince and shepherd, falling in love.

From that hour we were brothers, inseparable; We fought and we slept side by side.

Each day brought new realms of discovery,

New fields of delight with each night.

You were strong, I was tender; you gay, I was grave.

I was timid, you fearless of foe.

But in loving we grew like each other, till you

Became gentle-I reckless and bold.

Oh, our love it was Perfect, surpassing all loves

For pleasure and for pain,

You married my sister-I never forgave. And the grief that my father, the King—

Si, Signor. Fifty lire? Grazia. I pay And return to my cold pensione Where I live alone, and no one waits Like David, for Jonathon.

A. Faurot

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