thick morning
air rises
between mountains
like breath between bodies

in the bay, and 'roun' de Savanna
rhythm section pulses
on de steel pan
knockin' coconuts from their nest

celebration echoes
in waves, trekking deep oceans
rocking from the loins
of coral reefs
to foothills
to carnival
to the legs
like Moko Jumbie

a world richly oiled with movement
where passion-peppered lips
come in doubles

after marinating
like stew chicken
on the hip
on the tongue
whole day long
Calypsonian heat rises
like love, after nightfall

bodies, like the rolling hills
winding down the day
long into that
good night

tune after tune
girls dancin' barefoot
whol' nigh' tru'

03/28/2006

Author's Note: Very new, but needed to see it to work on it, ya know...hope you enjoy it none the less along the way!

Posted on 03/28/2006
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