Author Information
Passionfruit Place
Bamboo shoots
By the creek we walk
By on our hike to the
Waterfall
Where you slip in knee deep
On smooth stones till you're
Layed back hair still raven black but
Now wet and cold
You become a goddess when you
Come up again
Walking carefully like a first step
Mermaid
Sun through baobab leaves
You smile and tear open the yellow
Fruit scattered on the rainforest floor
This is our secret passionfruit place
The juice spilling out and all over you
Sticky sweet
The best Iv'e ever tasted
Exquisitely beautiful; the
Exquisitely beautiful; the imagery of the setting perfectly supports the experience the poem narrates!
Starward