Your veins are canals carrying little Italian men in gondolas
Bella Notte echoing around them
Your bones are the remains of ancient buildings
Still standing
Inviting tourists to take pictures and pause
Marveling in the past
The Vatican is in your toes
The tides of every ocean rise and fall against your skin
Leaving the freckles of sea shells in their wake
Huge cities thrive inside of your lungs
Breathing in the day and exhaling the nights

I discover more each time;
An explorer mapping out the new worlds
At the borders where your continents meet mine