Carib

Wild nights on the island
percolate with mosquitos
filled with sweet blood
from the cows and chickens. 
The dewy clouds crown
mountain heads and
Moon holds its belly full.
The beamed hand that extends
a galaxy's worth of milky
photons, cover our
sand-dusted skin. We roll around
with seaweed clinging to our hairs
and starfish suctioning to our legs.
You flick hermit crabs back to
their caves in between the
bleating sheep
calling everyone but us to sleep.