| Stephen Jarrell Williams |
| TROPICAL SHANGRI LA |
The honeymooners populate the shore...
Curve of the bay tucked under a canopy of palms.
Mountains of old black lava
from before time gave a hint of its age.
Few know of this place.
The super rich keep it hidden like a tropical Shangri La.
I endure their love-making on the beach,
assuming they're unseen in the dark,
in the sand tucked under the trees,
shadows swaying in the fan of the wind.
He's already eroding,
as she counts his flaws.
His family name worth millions.
He's too pink.
She has many moods,
an upbringing of hardcover books.
Sun-bleached hair
brushed nightly as a little girl.
They return to their cottage,
where he falls in bed to snore.
She lingers outside their door.
Her wraparound skirt
secured with just one button.
I'm brown as boot polish,
edging closer,
making myself known.
She doesn't know herself well enough,
with her colorless laugh
she comes with me.
I'm stone strong.
She makes rapturous faces during sex.
He's drowning in her dreams,
as I take her deeper into my waves.
In the morning she walks alone.
My eyes upon her crippling conscience.
Leaving me...
Never forgetting
the ride of waves.
I never told her
my age...
Something she could have had.
The secrets of the island
keeping me
young...
another thousand years.
Curve of the bay tucked under a canopy of palms.
Mountains of old black lava
from before time gave a hint of its age.
Few know of this place.
The super rich keep it hidden like a tropical Shangri La.
I endure their love-making on the beach,
assuming they're unseen in the dark,
in the sand tucked under the trees,
shadows swaying in the fan of the wind.
He's already eroding,
as she counts his flaws.
His family name worth millions.
He's too pink.
She has many moods,
an upbringing of hardcover books.
Sun-bleached hair
brushed nightly as a little girl.
They return to their cottage,
where he falls in bed to snore.
She lingers outside their door.
Her wraparound skirt
secured with just one button.
I'm brown as boot polish,
edging closer,
making myself known.
She doesn't know herself well enough,
with her colorless laugh
she comes with me.
I'm stone strong.
She makes rapturous faces during sex.
He's drowning in her dreams,
as I take her deeper into my waves.
In the morning she walks alone.
My eyes upon her crippling conscience.
Leaving me...
Never forgetting
the ride of waves.
I never told her
my age...
Something she could have had.
The secrets of the island
keeping me
young...
another thousand years.
