Enraptured, I imagine you in glittering Caribbean blue caressed by the gentle Alizé and gleaming sunrays at play For a sennite you'll wander, explore old pirate haunts on a distant shore perhaps the acquaintance of Andros make and memories from Crooked Island take On the Pacific, dark clouds gather threatening, or... dysphoric rather as I contemplate in your absence the absurdity of my pretense The perfect age for a girl, it's said, is in years half the man's plus five and from perfection I should have fled instead I hold my breath 'till you arrive Longing for love - what silly men are we praying to Venus for the likes of thee