they methodically wrap themselves around me
ever so tightly
softly
gently
(careful not to bruise)
like a warm Trinidadian breeze
imbuing my soul
with the warmth & aroma
of the island.

her soul the soothing turquoise waves
gently undulating
themselves up against
my body
as I imbibe her delights
through every single pore.

her magical whispers
the Trinidadian trade-winds
that eagerly carry the pulsating afrikan rhythms
of the island straight to my heart & soul.

can yall feel them too?