Love in a foreign land

I can almost taste Tuscany

in my mouth.

The travel lust that has

run ferociously through my veins

over these last months hasn't gone away.

Actually,

it has picked up the speed of

a car at the Grand Prix.

Is it selfish,

this need to get away from it all?

I know a lot of people who haven't had

a proper break in years.

Last July we had Paris,

Crete in September,

and Malta in March,

London in May.

When I write it like that, it seems~

well;

decadent almost.

But dammit,

I can almost taste Tuscany

in my mouth.