the Island

work in progress

Focus on the Island

I'll blame my lust on its beauty

lush greens

cooling rains that fall from the heavens to paradise on earth

no longer will I reflect back to that moment, your face touched my neck

I will force myself to remember only the taste of sweet juice of the coconut spilling onto my lips

and sliding down my throat

the sight of the sea and ocean dancing as they meet and become one

will not bring me back to my thoughts of you

how our hips met and swayed as the waves do

in rhythm

the song, sang

like the birds, and the frogs and the creatures outside my window

As I lay in bed at night hearing the rain fall hard on my tin roof, thinking of how you hear so many others speak of it with joy and glory and I would follow suit

there are so many grand things to love for it is not you

it is not you, I will tell myself

It's the Island

I will say her name, the Island

my heart is magnified

my soul

I heard it sung

through the trees

on a breeze

magnified

 

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Intriguingly wry sensuality! That dissimulation (it's not you, it's the coconut) creates a highly amusing tone, as if one were playing with a sense of fondness, a sense of loss, yet winning out due to sheer wit. It is nonetheless poignant, but one feels the poet will yet build on the memory, add to the dream of paradise.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Wish you had been around to write about my
island. You do it so well. The essence of the
cocoanut rises in our nostrils from the aroma of
this tropical native.
The island sings your name of the breeze that is
wafted through the island trees. The sunset over
the surf calls your name as it whispers she pounds
the shore.
You hvave a rare talent for captu;ring the essence
of this lonely place.
Thank you ,
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Jessica Fox]

Very sexy, this calls for a sexy party! Great piece I can't wait to read the finished piece