The Pink Princess

Written by: Alan Reed

High noon sun would soon turn

Her petite, ruddy face into one freckle

She rubbed the juice from a fresh lime

Across her brow so the bangs might bleach

The white sand brushed the strand

and aquamarine surf that cut a split on the Caye

reflected mint green off the lens of her Wayfarers

 

Almost lathered in coconut oil

Her cutis emitted the scent of sandalwood

And warm mackeroons

Her smile hinted of a sweet, pitted apricot

Its puckered core with eyes closed

Waiting for that first kiss

That would never come

 

I met her in the morning last week

On the corner of happy and chirpy

The day she tossed her cookies in the street

And swore off cashew wine and meat pie

Her tummy hadn’t been the same since;

The because of a picnic basket brimming

With plain yogurt and sourdough sticky buns

 

“Look at that phosphorescent fish” she exclaimed

Spurting seawater that had backed up

in the snorkel tube into my eyes, her mask

catawampus across her cheeks

“I think you mean fluorescent” retorted I

“it is all the same” she beamed

And smacked her face back into the water

 

I couldn’t help but chuckle

And dove down so she would not notice

Shadows off the palm leaves told me

It was time to head back to the water taxi

With what remained of her chartreuse

Lipstick, she now resembled a fried crustacean

It made me hungry and I longed for croutons

 

She either talked or sang something like

A muzzled version of Del Shannon’s “Down in the Boondocks”

The entire trip

When we docked her now blond locks

Sheared her rostrum and her

White teeth winked at me

Oh my …. Shall I say goodbye?