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I travel the roads
Of you
Tracing well-worn paths
With my fingers
Over your brown skin, your muscles
The territory familiar
Warm, welcoming
Like returning to a favorite seaside haunt
Where the locals know your name
Where you know
the best pizza dive
and the creamiest ice cream
and can say, "Here is the perfect place
to see the sand dunes at sunset."
And you never want to go anywhere else because
You crave
that salt air on your face
that ice cream on your tongue
and your lips on my lips traveling over only you
Because nothing else could ever be
So good.

submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Travel, at Verse in a Nutshell

Tuscany

Life is slow; the grapes can grow

We stroll among the olive trees

And feel the gentle mountain breeze

This land I've quickly come to know.

Barn swallows swoop down to below

They steal our bread with studied ease

Life is slow; the grapes can grow

We stroll among the olive trees.

Each morn we hear the rooster crow

See sunflowers taller than our knees

Each sun's alive and hums with bees

No clock to dictate ebb and flow

Life is slow; the grapes can grow

We stroll among the olive trees.

submitted for Poetry Potluck, Trips, Travel, and Vacation

                    Experimenting with Poetry Forms, Rondels
One Stop Poetry, Rondels II