The Hawaiian Islands must be
magnificent to you
you are Kona Coffee
at least you smell of it
in your flowing whites
on your magnetic Maui skin

And when you meet on Oahu
and tangle with your friends
and mangle our memories
with the bottles of Molokai’s
finest white wine

I’ll wonder:
Where are we?
Where can we meet?
On Niihau, between a kiss?
As you slip your striking whites
under the glaring sun
glistening our moist skin

And I will forget
the time on the phone
when I said,
“I love you,”
but it was too soft,
and you didn’t hear
I was nervous
afraid to adhere
and repeat,

The tide will come in
on Lanai, and
you will forget that time on the phone