Like the serpent ending of a cocktail dress,
These strands of affliction,
Meditating in the rays of life,
As my eyelids collapse,
I chute my fingers to the end,
Its golden fruitage beside me,
Craving its succulent juices,
I gaze at the feathered aces,
Serenade me under the fervid sky,
How I wish that humming bird would fly!
A quibbling of leaves within the Caribbean breeze,
Some ripe and tottering to a green haven,
Coconut water, coconut jelly!
Hopeful is its resilient motion,
Forbearance being our foe,
Rift to my desire, the machete,
I billow my mouth in its sensual waters,
Such innate elation,
Scour the jelly from its cusp,
Masticate this white emulsion,
The eyelashes diverged,
A greenish-yellow allurement wavered above me,
What a wonderful tree!