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.
