Mi Stima

Steve Kommer, Poet

Mi Stima (My Love)
Tropics, ocean-front villa,
Coastal, warm breeze,
Sand, coarse yet soft.
Festive voices crowd the air

Rays, that could burn you,
You decide not to cover up,
No sunscreen applied
In the end, you’re a lobster

The water,
Cold and refreshing
Swoosh, The waves crash
All is well in the world

Loving friends and family,
Beach barbeques held
Food and drink shared amongst us
All necessities for a good time present

The only place I know,
Everyone loves the desert island
They claim it to be
One happy island