As The sun slowly descends, and the sparkling ripples gently flow ever-onward into nothingness, my gaze settles upon your unique form. The warm breezes soothingly carress my skin and sofly seduce my senses.

   As I watch your silky hair flutter against the sun-tanned skin of your masculine neck, my mind yields to a treasured dream. It whispers hauntingly and plays ever so sweetly upon my emotions.

   I can see you standing in an open doorway, leaning, with your arms above your head. You face the ocean, as the sun sinks into the restless waves. You turn and reach out to me with loving arms. I come to you, and we embrace with completed passion. We stand together in the setting sun, and feel eternity in that moment.

   You are so vibrant, and particularly excellent. You are one of Nature's matchless creations, without equal or rival.
You are my island son.

(This poem is dedicated to my husband, Steve. He is my Island Son...)