Friday, June 22, 2012


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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