in the casita
the salt licked caribbean air
sails through open windows
billowing curtains into morning dance
sending scent tumbling across nostrils.
a pink-orange twirl along the horizon,
sunrise beckons-
wake up! wake up!
glorious daylight shimmering in expectation-
get up! get up!
the new day prodding her over coffee
into writing yet another crappy poem
he will be busy as usual
throwing out fishing lines
yes, to avoid reading her lines
until later...
palm fronds rustle gently
against an afternoon siesta.
sunshine sprawling across wrinkled sheets
she watches the heaving of his bare chest
in satisfied slumber-
he dreams this day spent with her
will last forever...
© Copyright claimed 2007, Debra Marlar
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