Solar Roots
I'm in need of bamboo flooring,
waxy candles born of cocoa,
incense burning jasmine flames
and sandals with their soles in cork
Attrium expanses burning
leaves of green impressed on glass
biting each last burst of sun
with moving shadows on my shoulders
Benches made of marble, mossy
Cooling touches flint of skin
Hammocks ever ready tilting
waiting to absorb me in
Every book still waiting for me
with their spines and words in tact
Bungalos in sweet Tahiti
with their stilts on open seas
I'm in need of relaxation,
sand and salt encrusting thoughts
laid to rest in mausoleums
with a life of pressure's best
Take me out to island living
Leave me sipping mango juice
Filled up with the sleep of ancients
Take me back to solar roots.
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