Peace And Green Leaves

Peace, and green leaves.
white cane furniture,
and tropical heat.
An island retreat.

A fan slowly turns
to cool the air.
Nothing moving, everywhere.
Our ear near its brass coils
hears the hum.
The eternal dead rotation
of a mechanical kingdom come.

The table.
Gin and quinine tonic.
An ice cube slips, cracks and drips in melt.
Slice of lime.
Green plastic belt.
Bubbles flow.

Her smooth flesh still,
forms an ess.
Naked except her best white dress.
Layed out on the cane wood floor.
Pointing towards the exit door,
forever more.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.