Breath made sweet by strawberry licorice, you chew,
with a coy smile lingering on your lips and I
long to mix the bitterness of my lemonade
with your sweet strawberries
for a tropical collision.
We’ll make our own
paradise, here
if not on some island
with black sands, exploring
with black hands, each other
and I wonder if you
could feel my thoughts would you
allow them to press into you
softly seduce you
and curl around your waist like a snake
and immobilize you.
I’d pull you from reality
to dance exotic rhythms
under swaying trees, beneath the scorching sun
and in warm breezes.
Right now, I yearn to just articulate
what lies beneath my eyes. As I
shyly watch you, my thoughts melt into one another
strawberries, lemonade
you and me
paradise