Poetry Pick

Tuscany

by Aaron Jinks

Donning a sundress, she is, polka dots dancing on its surface

A straw sun-hat cutting the sun’s rays from illuminating her face.

Her skin envied by wool.

These luscious, green humps on the Earth’s skin,

they shelter us, our love.

Our kisses while rolling down these rolling hills.

Our sips of wine as watching these birds dance.

They dance in the explosion of colors above.

Let’s retreat to those fields

when night falls.

Forget the constellations, we’ll create our own.

We’ll fall asleep under starlight,

under the tides of this lavender sea.