'Map of the World'

My face has shadows that transform into smiles at the mere thought of you.
In the mirror, I see a map of the world, it's treasures burned deep into my skin. My beard, the contrast of greys and whites, with harlequin flecks of brown and gold. My eyes even smile. They have seen the sunset's and sunrise's of the Mediterranean, and my skin is tan and leathery from it's golden warm rays. My thirst has been quenched with Ale's from Amsterdam and Helsinki, Belgium and Kiel, and even Perth, London and Marseille. But I don't let my travels device me.
Of all the places I've been, all the adventures I've had, and all of the people I've met, I still have a hole in my heart for that first face to face with you. That first embrace, that first kiss. That first gaze into your eyes.
Yes, then my journey would be complete, and I could hang my hat on the bedpost of your love, take my worn and traveled boots off, and just take you in my arms, my body, my soul.

-Kelly.