Poetry

Officer Luigi Niccolini saw la Bella Genera de’ Benci pale faced and curling hair
nursing a hungry girl in petty coats virtutem forma decorat
Sixteen and true blue she appeared full of grace and rebirth
Non interamente quel male (not all that bad) his memory thought
Where sacred perceptions lost and again reinvented in timeless forms
Perhaps, much like Lisa and Francesco in the Chapel of Tornabuoni
He watched her smile and gaze bring her breasts plates back to place
And with a wave of her hand passed his amour in the clear cold park air
That gave him the immense pleasure of knowing a 15th century aristocratic wife
The right of passage and the coming of age and the customary educational
Reform and core of cultural movements’ all seemed to portal her young innocent
And this caught his eye like nothing else he had ever known before that
Herald psychic visions in her sensitive lips that, yes, the next one would be a son
And after this was said and done he kiss her and move to finished his daily beat