in the whispers of palm trees




in the whispers of palm trees

my mind wanders aimlessly
like algae on the sea
beneath my rolled-up khakis
warm waves crash upon my feet
reminding me of…..sigh

a gentle caress
trembles my skin
underneath my white shirt
I turn to reach for her
my hands grasp an island breeze
paradise is lost
she is the treasure I never had

sand seeps from longing fists
I call her name
as her silent giggles echo
in the whispers of palm trees

Photo taken by me.

Shangri-La

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Another post was scheduled for today, however, this poem was created moments after a romantic Saturday evening, thus the last minute change. (Imagine dozens of little red hearts and one bottle of wine here).

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Shangri-La

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There is a street beyond hopes and dreams
where our passions will be the only theme
A beaten path that leads to your beating heart
paradise where love has no end once it starts

There is a glorious country with peaks no valley
Where currency will be the kisses we shall tally
We will reside in this utopia through the years
Write poetry as I explore your deepest frontiers

There is a universe beyond heaven and Earth
A dreamlike dimension of our glorious rebirth
A land where your love is the key to open doors
Shangri-La when my heart is synchronized with yours

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Photo from Google Images.