Do you remember the night
she danced in a red pa’u
skirt with a silver clip of
starlight in her black hair?
Torch Gingers kindled
the sky; into the waves
a symphony of sunlight
sank like a lost soul finally
returning home.
Whose faces
whose eyes
whose lips
refused to part? Tiny moons
blinked in the cups of sweet-
smooth oke diluted by crisp
coastal wind. They watched
the night burning
into a
bonfire.