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