-OUT OF THE THICK WHITE MIST AND MOVING FOG SLOWLY APPEARS THE GREAT
MAJESTY of your “almost Godzilla-big, but with a gentle touching finger“ smile,
brokered by the Big-Time Hollywood Connections that are hot-steel stamped by the one and only HSR!-
Sailing between close islands
With calm seas
The lazy wind
Guides us straight
Surrounded by
Earth’s liquid mystery
Sea birds fly and
I hypnotically gaze at them
As they soar effortlessly
With direction and intent
In the distance
Your beauty is set off
By your smile.
Sitting at a table on deck
With food, drink, and candles
Slow pulsing love song
On the radio
I gently take your hand
And my other hand
Holds the controller
Your smile gives stark contrast
To your sculpted
Mother of the Natural
Wind, sun, sand, sky, and sea face
When we make it
To the island
We step off into
Our personal
Lush paradise
Your smile changes
With your lips
When you talk
Let’s walk
But not in a rush
Along these sands
While I look
Back and forth
At you and
The green tropics
And the commanding blue waters…
A coconut falls
As we walk by
That’s a sign that
Nature wants to
Give to us abundantly
And have us stay around
To keep her company
For a while
You sparkle me
In my heart
And the astonishingly beautiful sunset
Has yet to start
That’s a new chapter
To which I am eager
To dance cheek to cheek…
TO BE CONTINUED…
May you have many…you can rub your chin and grin as
chesirely, and lean as astutely, in that plush psychologist’s chair and talk as
Freudian and as psychologically deep as you want…sitting with closed eyes on the
park bench, my skin feels the electric sweep of the romantic winds which repeatedly and tenderly caress
the dancing tree leaves…I’m really going to enjoy the beauticious and continuous
seconds of time that come my way, until they come no more…smiles!