Is my only refuge,
the plums I have tasted.
And an Island girl,
with a swift irresistible soul.
Who says:
life lasts for a short time only.
As we gently caress,
seeking new tastes
and exploration.
And if so…
I will live with energy
under the sky.
With a thirst burning,
for a ripe and fruitful season.
Sealed with curls of passion.
A Wandering Poet 