We walked along
the water's edge,
as waves
cascaded down
upon the sand.
Holding hands
in the late
afternoon sun,
walking barefoot
with sand
in between our toes.
Dressed in island
wear
with me in shorts
and her
a long sarong
of floral design.
She pulled me
away from
the water edge.
Up to the site of
the mango grove.
Slipping into
the shadow of the
Mango trees,
my Island Girl
pulled me close.
With her sarong
now free
she embraces me.
And we lie down
under her sarong.
In the grove of Mango trees.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
We walked along
the water's edge,
as waves
cascaded down
upon the sand.
Holding hands
in the late
afternoon sun,
walking barefoot
with sand
in between our toes.
Dressed in island
wear
with me in shorts
and her
a long sarong
of floral design.
She pulled me
away from
the water edge.
Up to the site of
the mango grove.
Slipping into
the shadow of the
Mango trees,
my Island Girl
pulled me close.
With her sarong
now free
she embraces me.
And we lie down
under her sarong.
In the grove of Mango trees.
Continuing Island Girl writing until it dies in my head.
