Her dress, the color of a tropical bird,
a blue and gold macaw,
hugging hips and curves,
like a sculpture on display.

Lost in the cerulean of her eyes,
falling into pupil black pits,
freckles on her nose and cheeks,
refocus my gaze.

Pink lips of a surreptitious smile,
now surrounding a green straw,
protruding from her creamy white pina colada,
while the lime on my Cuba libre drips juice.

A steel drum band compliments the scene.
its rhythm sending otoscopic harmonics,
capturing us with its tinny flow,
we now ride its waves.

Greenery of giant leaves,
wiggle as if to the music in tonight's breeze,
her ginger hair follows suit,
the motion capturing my eyes.

A family of golden lion tamarins,
stare out of goldenrod manes,
studying us sit, drink, and soak in,
the jungle vacation.