rum, rum wherever you are. rum away from all your fears and cares.

languid meals lit by candles. slow motion camera as he lifts his wine glass from table to lips.

pinot noir smiling out the corners of his mouth.

pinot noir kisses when the waiter isn’t looking.

legs curled under my hips fashion a sofa into a love seat.

how silly of us not to eat with toothpicks at home.

here, can i offer you another plantain dunked in honey, honey?

misty rain calls for bare feet; no matter how pretty your party dress may be.

the wet tiles are still warm the day’s sweltering heat in the shade.

off to dream under a swirling fan, in a pitch black room, listening to thunder and waves bowl for strikes.