Island Girl from the novel, Island Dogs
Warm exotic raindrops
dripping sweet from island skies
gently landing, easing pain
on salty, sun drenched lips.
Tropic breezes caress the blue
as blackbirds lightly skim
then gently kiss the rising mist
of the foaming white capped world.
Complicated yet simple
tangled blurry clarity.
Her long and slender fingers point
to angels in the stars
as whispers cut the silent dark
and temptation lingers on.
Fragrant scents of Jasmine light
dance thinly in the air
while enchanting tones of coffee bronze
flow richly through her skin
and salient flavors of passion fruit
hang enchanting from the limb.
Cool nights set in,
the warmth remains
Dreams are vivid, yet come and go.
Reality's perhaps illusion
Imagination perchance to know.