Caribbean Jones

damn
this was an easy poem to write

looking into your eyes
sparkling
dancing
cool white foam waterfalls
crystal-clear ocean waters
and my toes
sink deeper into the soft sand of your shores

yeah
this poem was no trouble at all

two white hot bolts of lightning
dangerously flashing above your Caribbean skies
parallel
dancing for a while
never once intersecting
causing continuous claps of thunder
Greek gods making mythological love in the heavens 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

islands surrounded by cool coral waters
schools of tropical fish in military formation
palm trees swaying
orchards bursting 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
hearts pounding
frantic pounding
strings of a reggae bass guitar
pounding against the walls of my soul
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
Greek gods making mythological love in the heavens above us
and the worlds 
rejoicing in their union

damn
this was easy

always easy when the Jones come down

the Caribbean Jones