Island Fever

Hormones heightened by the sounds of a crashing wave.
The taste of sea salt in the air provoking me to misbehave.
Nipples erecting from the cool sand lightly grazing the nerves in between my toes.
Perspiring beads of lust capturing the fragrance of the sun within my clothes.
Even the clouds are congregating to form images of you on top of me.
Either I'm having a sensory overload or your absence is Jamaican me crazy.

Tunes and time machines

A song plays
From circa 1999.
A sudden pause-
I become paralyzed
By the flash of us
In my mind.
Words of a lover,
Written for and
Expressed by another.
Growing
Increasingly
Catatonic.
Drowning by
Symphonic
Crashing
Waves.
In a way
That only the
Storyteller before me
Could describe.
Alive
Through love lyrics,
We dance to the
Final cadence.
And again,
You and I-
We die.