She may taste like sunshine,
But I taste like thunderstorms.
I whet the tongue
With flavors that fall from my lips
Like rain drops. The spritz
Of coconut drives you insane.
Tropical love, the press of heat
On your neck, I rub ocean spray
Up and down my thighs. Cocoa butter
Kneaded into my skin, slippery fingers
And toasted almonds lathered
Deeply in my hair. We share kisses
Only at midnight; the ocean under
The tender gaze of the moon
Is like stepping into another world.
You touch me here
And you wonder where
I learned to dance like
I’m falling in love.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 