Our Hidden Island
In my head, I have
created something
beautiful
you, God, and I
are waiting
there
somewhere
exotic, my subconscious
takes me to
our hidden island
in the
Caribbean
refracted from
man's vision as he
sails by
God
just wants to
protect us
you, creeping
behind the palms
unnoticed
stealthy, like
acquiring
language
I am sea-
frolicking, algae
tangling my feet
wondering
about the spice-
trading business
God is
fixing up an old
wooden vessel
that will never
touch the
glimmering brine
God is
watching us like
he did the first two
I am Adam,
you are Eve,
born from my
imagination
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