Stefano, laying on the sand in the Caribbean,

spotted a nude in the clouds


She laid in repose,

one of her long legs atop the other,

smooth feet intertwined ramble scramble,

presenting her backside


Stefano once had a lover,

a French girl, Margrette,

who in repose

on their bed overlooking the ocean,

resembled the cloud Stefano saw

and dissipated just as fast


She was the woman his tears were about