Italy

Italy

While in Italy

my seafood spaghetti

was the size of a great jetty

my first flavor to savor

was a great gourmet treasure.

My pepporini pizza pie

was not of a Silician delight

my expected round slices of delight

were actually a peppery spice

from my American life

I found my crust to be light

therefore it did not fulfill my life.

My eyes feasted upon entrancing religious

historical, mythological art and architecture.

As I walked aimlessly

in a state of confusion

my English language became a barrier

the confusion of my wandering body.

As I walked from the pier to consume a delicious delicacy

upon entering a local restaurant 

a pleasant man showed me a picture

while offering me wine

which I declined as I did not drink at that time

he introduced me to his daughters which were fine.

As we set off in the night

with our friendships standing bright

the flames of alcohol

brought one of us to fight

as we returned through the night

our friendship was ended

due to alcoholic blight.

met two American college women with doubt of my sailing life

with proof I eased their minds 

and yet they left me behind.

In all of my travels around the world

their women are the most beautiful 

having both natural and cosmetic beauty.

As daybreak began

heaving to the lines that bound us to the Earth

we sailed off to a new adventure.