Take Me To Turks: My Vacation Nation
this place, such a reprieve
I am held without speech--
heaven's clouds Float aloft
like white Foam Froth atop
Fresh morning cappuccino
my chamber, allows comfort
obstructions lifted like air--
open Windows brush inside
Wondrous Whispers of life
the breath of a Wooden villa
I step outside, more to find
a path leading to artful vista--
my steps Collect tiny souvenirs
grey Cobblestone Chaperones
showing me the way to Caprice
as I arrive, my dry eyes glass
the ocean! same as my dreams--
a world of Boundless essence
comforting me like Baby Blue's
a salty spa for Bellicose angst
I bend at the nape, a world above
trees of palm, the kiss of the sun--
draping Leaves sway in the wind
green canopies full of Lush Luster
a tickle of heat petting at my Lips
I never wish to leave, my sand oasis
stone skin combed down to fluff--
memories Preserved on heart walls
Precious Prose etched in them all
a snow globe of beach'y Perfection
Take me to Turks, let's fly Tonight!
as my guest, you'll enjoy the spoils--
where oligarchies begin to Topple
gasping at our Threshold, Tumbling
wildly from their golden Thrones
Take me to Turks, let's fly Tonight!
for when I'm there--
I am King
February 4, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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