An Island Gal
for Dave & Charlene

1.
her pink panties, tight like I like it,
squeeze her fleshy hips, grip them as I might
to turn her on, were I sufficiently bold

grip her with as much might, we might fight,
I might end up slapped

artist, able to hold her there, hold her bare,
without her noticing

her view through the window of the boat entering the harbor,
uninterrupted

2.
small, square building, with blue window, blue door,
a lighter pink than pink she wears

upon her head, bright-red cloth

she’s comfortable on her bare belly in bed
and happy to be home: two worlds to tear her

should she take off her head-cloth, her panties
or put on her clothes

this moment in time, this momentary wonderment
island life, islands to go between, to come and go between

somewhere on earth, between heaven and hell,
between here and hereafter, in never-never land


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2006
12:27 a.m. 09.03.06