TROPICANA:

Kissed papaya-fleshed lips of sun rosy glow,

Hibiscus, scarlet-red, behind conched coral ear,

Shifting haired palms where sweet winds blow,

Is that your gulled voice on the breeze I hear?

Rum & brown sugared, your sun fingered skin,

Your coconut hips sway in dancing grass skirts,

Tears of juicy mangoes weep down dimpled chin,

As the sand, sea & sun with your gentleness flirts.

Palm syrup sunsets of butter-toasted bronzed skies,

Tropicana, pretty maiden, you´ve stolen my heart,

When I bid you farewell, a small piece of me dies,

But to your shores I´ll return, to never again depart.