I’m Standing Under Swaying Palms

I’m standing under swaying palmsHolding a delicious boat drinkI especially like the little umbrellaTime away from life – don’t have to think Smelling like lotion, salt & a sunburnMy soul has truly needed this restBut without you here by my sideMy heart is still a million miles from Key West

The Sultan Of Suntan

  The sultan of suntanSmelling like oils & lotionsSand clinging to your soulCleansed by the water’s motionPurged of evaporating dreamsWe can focus on existenceWringing it all outAt love’s steadfast insistenceAll secrets illuminatedNothing remains withinCover of cheap shadesTruth permeates the skin