Pineapple Avenue
- Jeremy Palmer
- Jul 25
- 2 min read
This fervent
Love lust
Has got us
Submerged
In this sexual syrup
Swimming
In the heavy humidity
Of a late July
Mai Tai sky
In a
Pina
Colada daybreak
Our mutual
Mild-mango
Flavored heartache
Is tropical cocktail pulp
-A palpable weight
With your bare feet
On that cold cobble street
I fell back in love with you
Standing on Pineapple Avenue
Old stones sticky with moonlight dew
Just as sweet as that island fruit
Lingering for this sunrise to dry
Both of us hopeless
To make this moment
Last another lifetime
Or five
After living and dying
A thousand times last night
And
If we don’t look away, we just might
….
Give in to the preposterous
But we had our last dance, salsa with those monsters
Our affair’s arrangement
Serendipitous enough
To dodge the danger
We must restrain
The craving
To remain within this liaison
Such outrageousness
Wasn’t made for us
Number 602
Our hotel room
Where Gods were crafted
Where our bodies and the vast art
Of sex were mastered
The very theory of relativity rattled
The idea of gravity, shattered
Ashes of the first fire, stirred and scattered
And its magic, captured
Resurrect
And liberate that flame
Reflect it
On to everything
Love
Has a whole world to reclaim
Our flesh, sacrificed
In ITS Holy Name
Awoken by the open curtain
And sweltering heat
Your nose noticed
The missing scent of me
And you lept
From where your elegant head slept
In heaven’s bed
You took flight from that suite
To meet me in this tangerine scene
And ask for the unreasonable
Yet words were unspeakable
In that silent second of time
Destiny and desire reconciled
As I let go
We both knew
We did what we were supposed to do
And that I
…….
Would always be in love with you
My breath
On the back of your neck
On that balcony’s bay view
Applause from the moon
Room 602
Along Pineapple Avenue
Recreating The Original TRUTH
Biting into that forbidden fruit
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