"South Pacific"

Discovered time,
in lands unknown,
on distant sand where
seeds are sown on sky,
in song, on radiant shore,
and our daylong sun turns
evenings orange.

And hens are hemmed in next
to us by wire while tropical wind
swirls round our fire, dancing through
my boxers and across her soft skin.

Huts and hedges sway in green under
starlit acres of a hundred golden million,
and out back in sand and grass we sit with
glasses in hand, necks at long last torn off the
earth, tilting toward horizons in our simple wooden
sitting chairs, rocking gently back, hands now interlocked.

We two humans, man and woman, are peeling back, turning our
loving hands over, letting nature decipher night’s ways, and only the
subtle sound of slithering skin on silky sand remains under night’s glow,
legs and aching arms playing games, acting as bastions of eternally
replenishable energy.