I can feel <br />the essence of me <br />seeping out <br />wet and warm <br /> <br />numb <br />the pink room <br />swirls about <br />dancing <br />in a haze of color. <br /> <br />as it turns <br />to shades <br />of gray <br />I think of you <br /> <br />your eyes blue <br />like the gentle waters <br />that soothe <br />caressing the beach sand <br />at Mayaro <br /> <br />the warmth of your touch <br />which rivals the orange sun <br />melting in Siparia at noon <br /> <br />the melody of your voice <br />that washes over me <br />like the tall green water <br />from Maracas. <br /> <br />I wonder, <br />turning fantasy <br />like hot black <br />Pitch lake rocks <br />in my wet hands... <br /> <br />will you share <br />your roti with me <br />as we walk <br />in the streets of Point <br />Shandi and Carib <br />flowing free. <br /> <br />will you kiss me <br />on High Street <br />with the <br />smiling old men <br />seated looking <br /> <br />will you serenade me <br />with your words of love <br />as the scent <br />of sugar cakes <br />and coconut fudge <br />fill the air we share <br /> <br />will you caress me <br />as the sun leaves <br />over the ocean <br />streaking colors <br />of saris in its wake... <br /> <br />will you <br />covet me <br />while steel-pans <br />beat rhythms <br />to make love by <br /> <br />but mostly <br />I wonder <br />why you'll not hold me <br />while I lay here <br />soul melting <br />blood red. <br /> <br />I wake to voices, <br />alcohol, breeze and feet <br />in a rush <br />of blue, green and white sanitary <br />I know, they're all off <br />to somewhere I can't go.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-were-with-me-when-i-left-though-you-didn-t-k/
