"Curves" by Neha
If you could offer me
One hour of repose
In which my soul might find peace;
If you could reveal to the darkest recesses of my mind,
My true self and the truth of my world.
Were it to come to pass, I would say
To the fleeting moment:
Stay, for thou art beautiful!
Then might I die
And let fearsome hell engulf me
"Arrestati, sei bello" Stay. For you are so beautiful.