Erica Jong - Pane Caldo lyrics

Rising in the morning like warm bread, from a bed in America, the aroma of my baking reaches you in Italy, rocking in your boat near the Ponte Longo, cutting through the glitter of yesterday's moonlight on your sunstruck can*l. My delicious baker- it is you who have made this hot bread rise. It is you who have split the loaf and covered it with bu*ter. I prayed to the moon streaking the still lagoon with her skyblue manna; I prayed for you to sail into my life, parting the waters, making them whole. And here you come, half captain, half baker- & the warm aroma of bread crosses the ocean we share.