Close to the Atlantic Ocean,
Stretched a hammock,
Under a coconut tree.
My feet raced through the seasand,
As I enjoy my walking spree,
And breath in the breeze,
Of salt and moisture
Back and forth,
Was how the lady danced with the
Sad enough it was,
That I wasn’t wearing a smock,
To add xylophonic beats,
To her awesome beats,
To her awesome moves,
I took a portion of the seasand as
As I shoot ink to my finger tip,
I started writing..
I yearn to rock with you,
Side by side,
Breath by breath,
Eye to eye,
Heart to heart.
Would you turn morning into evening
Inviting me over?
Would you erase part of your name
So that I
Would get space to write part of
Would you offer me a popith to read
Of Solomon to you?
Would you allow me to mount a
Billboard to KISS YOUR ADORABLE MOLE?
Oh sweet Cayenne…please say you
From this poem he wrote….I got my signature name….Cayenne…I love it😊