My Love...

My love... Air tastes plum sweeter in my lungs in my mouth after a tropical storm flowers lick deeper on yellow tongues oil and incense are in art form..? My love... In the silent fluting tones of jasmine blossoms pure as orchids open afire as clouds recede like distant jazzmen the seas harp goes on with its lyre My love... We are chained as slaves Walking each in each owns reaches Between the shingled footprint waves Of times palm sandbar beaches My love... Oceans fissure pools of peacock green tiger's roar idyllically entranced serene Crescendo waterfalls foam the baths Lead us breathless along paradise paths...