poetry
A Voluptuous Vacation
Strips of golden rays engulf my every limb as
Gargantuan teal waves assault the cliffs off shore.
Seagulls speak; I listen.
Condensation consumes my frosty glass,
While my hand holds the comfortable chill.
Piña colada fumes drift up my nose and
Smell so good that I can taste the exotic aroma.
My tongue tingles like a pop-rock and soda concoction.
The wind sifts through each palm tree,
And gently meanders through my toes
Rushing up my face and combing my brown locks.
The individual grains of sand slowly massage my skin.
My limbs are heated pieces of putty that drip into the sand.
I am drifting towards infinity to the sound of crashing waves.
The seagulls call, and I answer, paradise.
-Toby C. Cummings © 2005
