I want to watch a Tuscan sunset with you
from the balcony of our room, then
make love to you for hours as the twilight dies slowly away

I want to see your skin glow from the pink and yellow sky,
To press my face into your glowing skin and taste the salt sweet
of the whole of your body

I want to smell the sweet basil perfuming your hair as we stroll
the village gardens, stealing even sweeter kisses
growing more insistent as the sun tracks across the sky

To watch the Italian men gaze just as intently at you, while you,
oblivious to their obvious attraction to your beauty, are entranced by
a meandering rose vine, a stone arch, or, unbelievably, me.