The Coconut

Finding love on vacation

Coconut

 

A coconut falls, drops into the sand of a touristy beach.

It lies between two who don’t yet know each other,

A man and a woman who came without a lover,

They reach for that coconut, hands touched, blushed cheeks.

 

They both make claims, of course, regretting their reach,

So man rolls and lays under her umberella cover,

He playfully steals and claims that coconut is for butter.

She softly fights the man, they playfully roll, then wander the streets.

 

She carries with her that silly coconut along through the mall barefeet,

Her hair she fiddles, his swim trunks they bother,

Spot a luxury food joint, they eat and joke one another,

After a joke they both reach for that silly coconut, hands touched, blushed cheeks.

 

The next day he found her in that same spot with her coconut on the beach,

They rolled and teased and later a bar with no cover,

Then his hotel room for love and a smother.

She woke and said she loved him, their hands touched, blushed cheeks.

 

Their vacation it ended they swore they’d call within the first week,

The woman she claimed she had not planned a lover,

The man complained, he didn’t really love her.

Both departed in sadness, but then that woman lied in bed with that silly coconut, blushed cheek.