Dangling cold feet over warm Caribbean waters, we found happy, you and me.
Sitting without a care on a wooden pier
with missing planks —
wrecked by tempestuous waves, churning and frothing at the bit,
over many a hurricane season.
We knew no fear, no worry of a tomorrow
that will never come — it was our knowing all along.
It was now to be happy,
now to experience
the beauty of a full moon.
With no clouds hiding her private parts, naked and loving herself, proudly she glowed;
lighting up the night sky, warning the fishes that the bait came with hooks, glistening;
reflecting the million jewels on still water, dancing.
Pick one,
I remember you saying.
A crown I will fashion, encrusted with the light energy of our moon, complimenting your halo,
my empress.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love