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