Thursday, September 06, 2007

6 Days in Maui

The air is sweet, like flowers.

There are millions of stars. That's a nebula, you say. That's astral dust.

You let me have the cherries from your drinks.

We zoom through the sugar cane fields.

When I close my eyes against the sun, I can see hibiscus flowers.

We swim like clumsy fishes in the ocean and steal one last kiss before catching the wave that takes us to shore.