Rock Rift Scramble and Mohonk Mountain House, Lake and Gardens

Intimate Moments

I feel your saliva dripping onto my big toe

as you lean up against me and belch.

I rub your neck,

massage behind your ears

staring at the Ko'olau Mountains

breathing in the pink Plumeria blossoms

as we both listen to the caw, caw, caw,

of Petey the Peacock

perched on the neighbor's roof.

Thursdays

are special in our datebook.

Me

climbing ladders,

shaving coconut palms with my chainsaw

trimming the Be-Still bushes,

training them into a hedge.

You

inspecting the heap

smelling the fallen coconuts

and then chasing the cooing doves

feasting on your forgotten dinner.

Me

stuffing green bins with yard waste.

You

ears back

standing on the wall behind the fence

as the giant yellow truck

swallows their contents and burps,

farting around the bend.

We fit

you and me.

You

sniffing and alert.

Me 

smearing citronella leaves

on my arms, your butt, and our legs

shielding us from the mosquitos at dusk,

while relaxing at the fire pit,

listening to KCCN Hawaiian 105.9.

Both of us,

still frisky

unleashed

in paradise.