A flat thought

By Momoe Von Reiche

Blast the sun And loosen silver spit, From spumes of passionate waves

Rolling incessantly

With withering smiles — Flat colours immerse With A twisted lover’s knot Holding hard to Gnarled driftwoods That litter the Black Sand.

Naked I reach out to a Thought that bubbles And dies with The dawn air.

An entangled soul In coconut roots Despairing a lost Heart . ... so close to a tropical heaven, Wet with moss of a lovers spurn.

Samoa my Life.