Imagine, a tall
dark, handsome man
approaches me,
remember...we are in
the Caribbean...full of
men just like that...
there is a hint of

reggae music
in the milieu,
he asks me to dance,
we fall into step

The night is young, I see the

vivid moon gleam overhead,
and skies are lucid
with a temperate breeze
ideal for dance,
and a dash of romance

we boogie the hours away
what a perfect Caribbean night.

MAK© 2005