tuscany

This is random writing from Tuscany.

Tall long trees that line the drive way
Leading me along the gravel path
At the end a lords home with heated floors

Now I am living in a Tuscan home

Breathing in the cool dampness
that lingers from the morning fog
Vaporizing into the blood stream
(Like an aired out chianti)

Now I am living in a Tuscan home

Gazing at the twinkling dew
Crystals hang on to every surviving web
The blue body of water smokes
Rays stream though the weeping purple flowers

Now I am living in a Tuscan home

A church with two beds
It is not a sin to undress on stone floors
The scent of incense still lingers
The air feels like cottage basement.

Now I am living in a Tuscan home

The noodle is never the same
Each evening it takes a new shape.
It is creative enough to keep me wanting more.

Now I am living in a Tuscan home

After using three different forks
And cleansing with the luscious red
My eyes have become heavy
Espresso anyone?

Now I am living in a Tuscan home