The Night of Coconut Rum

By chance or divine intervention
Maybe fate or destinies will
‘T was by a trickling creek one night
We tarried and drank our fill

We laughed and tarried all night
Till the wee hours of the morn’
And right there, the moon as our witness
A new passion that night was born

We told of our adventures
Our triumphs, and utter failures
And we knew when tomorrow would come
We’d remember the night of Coconut Rum

We bonded so closely, so truly
Through compassion and secrets we shared
We were like two mismatched socks
Whose colors were skillfully paired

There was a hint of love in the air that night
The aroma was strong when it hit
But between my cigars and his cigarettes
The perfume bore quite a kick

Oh, the feeling was there for sure
With all its grace and simple allure
And we knew when tomorrow would come
We’d remember the night of Coconut Rum

His kiss was that of a pirate
Who had spent many nights alone
And through his kissing and teasing
Oh, the sincerity he had shown

I saw something in him that night
Not just a rekindled flame
He held such excitement for me
And for him felt the same

No matter what happens hereafter
Through tears or pleasant laughter
Whatever there is to come
We’ll remember the night of Coconut Rum

Reviews

[kewlbluetiger]

Sweet! Pirates are sexy. Really hit your stride with flow and rhyme in the final three stanza's where you talked about your pirates sincere quality (my favorites). Can't wait to read more of your work. Arrrr!

[Sera]

I really like this masterpice