long red hair hangs wet, on her firm, damp thighs
intense is the coconut scent,
from red orchids, given as absent reminders
silence, like heavy rain, falling on yielding green leas
gold hearts dangle from sensitive lobes, a gift – a curse
tears engulf the room, as soft petals float in milky dreams
her passion, burning holes in sheets still warm
no one stays, she muses as she lets her near naked body drift
underwater, where her heart slows, and the yearning stills

written by Joni Caggiano on 06/21/20 – Photo by Engin Akyurt