19/30 CARIBBEAN NIGHTS

Tonight, the night is drunk;

the air intoxicated

with the wonderment of you.

Marion, Marion,

I drink your name,

roll its bouquet on my tongue;

taste your eyes,

the wild burst of its tang;

dine on your mind,

savoured like a fine wine.

There is music in the piano-

perfect notation of the aria

of your smile.

This date, holding you in my arms, in truth

is sweeter than fruit of palm trees;

my love, your love a harem-

full of olives, grapes, doe-eyed doves

and I, sleek sheik who alone owns

this oasis of your body for this one

enchanted hour surrounded by

desert dunes of daily cares

and grim uncertainties.

Ah, sweet wisp of sylph-

silk, whiff of vanilla scented smoke,
puff of patchouli and rose incense,

my dream pipe unbottled genie 

born of bubble from the water cooled

chilum of a Caribbean night 

of Arabian fantasies.

Ah, my smooth dark Nubian nymph,

I am lost in lust.

Before this night is over,

lose me in the secret of your love.

©2013 by G Newton V Chance