It’s Midnight in Hawaii
Sitting in my little tiny beach hut,
far from the pounding surf,
nestled in among the trees – the palms,
castaway on my own gentle turf.
The moon reflects its golden rays,
upon the cigar smoke I swirl,
as I take flight in my swinging hammock,
with thoughts of the sweet Hawaiian girl.
She hulas into my mind,
with dreams of erotic passion,
I see her in the blue ocean surf,
her small bikini – her only fashion.
My thoughts are rustled,
a visitor at my tiny hut door,
she is the soft Hawaiian girl,
dropping sand upon the little beach hut floor.
We kiss in the warm night,
the moon at her soft brown back,
it’s midnight in Hawaii,
as I close the door to the tiny beach shack.
The Lone Hammock
Laced among two swaying palms.
Caressed in a swing like motion by the breeze.
Set upon a lone Hawaiian beach.
Where the winds of winter will never reach.
2 thoughts on “Poems – It’s Midnight In Hawaii and The Lone Hammock*”
The peace in your heart is obvious. Hammocks have that effect in life. Very beautiful. Mucho like.
Thank you. I’m a beach bum at heart.
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