If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come.

~ Chinese Proverb 

Twice-baked days drenched by the sun,

on the beach of seven miles,
disbelieving eyes inhale
robin egg sky,
juxtaposed on turquoise seas.
Bougainvillea blues
howling deep from mangrove swamps
where scarlet beauty feeds my eyes
with brilliance worth believing.
Few rivals to the sensual feast
of burying my lips in a tree ripened mango,
juices dripping from my chin,
I reflect on those rivals…
Flat calm seas, vis forever,
orgasmic diver’s dream,
meniscus one hundred feet above,
while never never sleeps thousands more below.
Now blading on the Links,
North Sound breeze caressing my back.
Feeling light, feeling free,
in love with being me.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
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