Damn
This was an easy poem to write
Just looking into your eyes
Seeing sparkling
Dancing
Cool white foam waterfalls
Crystal clear ocean waters
My toes
Sinking deeper into the soft sand of your shores
Yeah
This poem was no trouble at all
Watching two white hot bolts of lightning
Dangerously flashing within your Caribbean skies
Parallel
Dancing for a while
Never once intersecting
Causing continuous claps of thunder
The Greek gods
making mythological love above us
And the worlds rejoicing in their union
I know your name ain’t Jones
Just happened to see the name
Jones
Sitting all by its damned self
An island surrounded by coral seas
Schools of tropical fish in military formation
Palm trees
Orchards full of all kinds of island fruits
Ripe
And delicate to the touch
A late afternoon storm arrives
Bringing dark clouds
The rain
Finds me in your arms as you whisper soft words in my ear
In a language I do not understand
With institutional understanding
And then we make slow reggae love
While the rain pounds against our rooftops
Our hearts pounding
Frantic pounding
The strings of a reggae bass guitar
And the words to this poem swelling up within me
Climaxing on to this page
Two rays of lightning
Dancing perilously close
Parallel
Yet never intersecting
Causing that one continuous clap of thunder
The gods
making mythological love above us
And the worlds rejoicing in their union
Damn this was easy
Always easy when the Jones come down
The Caribbean Jones