that's amore

"when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie"

dean martin's voice booms throughout the house

as I lay on the living room couch

basking in heat from the wood-stove

to the tune of an over saturated

almost hypnotic

Italian American melody

I allow myself to dive into a foreign world

where I'm no longer just a kid

and that crazy, and almost alluring classmate of mine 

is something more than a friend. 

I don't feel elementary this evening 

in fact

I feel young and in love

off to find my whirlwind romance out of a movie

somewhere in a familiar tune 

this was the day when daydreaming became a tool

a gateway to heaven

in the comfort of home

when I began to see romance all around 

lighting up my path 

like a neon sign does a dark alleyway 

and suddenly, 

my daydreams told me

that what I feel for you 

must be amore

looking back

all there was that night 

was a child.

half asleep on the couch

drifting into sleep, 

but falling deeper 

and deeper 

in love

with love.