Mysterious Island

I ponder, on these colder nights,
About far flung tropical places
Where there may be frondescent sights
Framing wave washed sandy traces
None too far from cliff top huts
Where from tsunami's I might flee
Or watch my wife wear coconuts
Chopped into swimwear...for free!
There'd be some grass to make her skirts
And that would be all that it takes
To revive old honeymoon flirts
At sequestered midnight clambakes,
Then lay under something shady
All day...with my midnight lady!