Tropical Daydream

Hours behind you, it is still dark here. The ocean is 76 degrees. Lets walk shoeless in the sand and let the water lick and bubble between our toes and over our ankles. I will point out lighthouses, pretty stars and cruise ships off in the distance. I can tell you ancient love stories where native girls loved and lost in the very spot we stand. We can dance to the soft beating of drums. Shadow players in the darkness-don't mind. They play for us and their own souls. Hungry? Thirsty? How about mango slices or passion fruit juices as we leave the ocean for the empty darkened parks? Black grass and black trees hide us in plain sight while we quietly walk along hand in hand. Soon we will be home. My home. High up in the skyscraper we see the city before it wakes. Just before the sun brings pinks, oranges and purples, I take your face in my hands. You take my heart in yours. Day breaks. Suddenly you are back at home. Without me. For now.