He didn’t look at me when he asked
Have you ever seen a Costa Rican rose?
Smoke swirled in blue wafts about his head.
Cut by curt gesture and sharp regret
The reds are deep like rubies by firelight.
The greens are wishful and bright.
Thorns to break a mans heart and poison his mind.

It sparked a journey, a three hour flight and a four hour drive.
It was naught but a painted ****.

I don’t see enough written about the bluest seas
The azure splendour calling to adventure
The myriad of islands and islets
Floating emeralds in a sapphire expanse

Dreadlocked smiles and gleaming eyes.
A heat easily quenched by the crystal seas
Privateers delight is easier to understand

You could drown here. You could die here.
Casually suffer an infinite torture and blissfully grin
Into the endless summer.