Honeymoon Isle Poem by james watkin

Pieces of Heaven, in shelly fragments
Jutting out of clouds.
Of earthly throes mere chunks spewed out!
Violent-tinctured, each dusk
The sight commemorates.
While from a still warm bay
Browned skin tone emanates.

Down the gangplank of no quaint sails'
Passive voyaging
But overshot the breathless limits!
As flowery daydreams
Of their scent glands, too frank!
That to the rising moon
From each love-nest grow rank.