The inside of a beach smelling
tent is hot and humid.
We force ourselves to sleep
but couldn't.
The dark of the island engulfs the
the romance.
Instead, fear was present in mind
and in our hard bed.
I cant sleep i said. I touched his leg.
Yes me too. He kissed my forehead.
It was 2am and the waves are still loud
and unsettled.
I prayed for sunrise as I heard strange
noises.
Boats were passing with nonchalant
no nonsense.
We flicked our flashlight to say we're present.
We kissed and stared at the nonending darkness.
Crabs and strange monkey sounds can be heard from a distance.
That island asked me what was I made of?
I said Im made of feather and all things soft.
That island showed me who the hell was boss.
I shivered in fright as I could fight no more.
Now baby i said whens the boat gonna take us?
Theyll come in a while baby lets cuddle.
He hugged me tight and said its all settled.
We ate a banana till we heard the roar of struggling motor.
Superfuckedfright.
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