When I close my eyes
A golden sun dances in reverie
I can imagine your touch
On my breast, thighs and hip
My soul hums island rhythms
Waiting in the palm of your hand
I have emptied my pockets
Of rocks and lies and pennies
The changes have helped
To lighten a heavy load
And I am now happy
To share my smiles with you
For my dreams are filled with
Flowers, surf, rain and chocolate
I know this is all true
Because the Caribbean tastes like candy
© NP 6/12
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