Tropical Heat Meets English Poetry
Together Taatamata and taut Brooke
Spread open her vanilla orchid flower.
While it was tropic pink, not white, it took
His darker flesh invasion and its power.
Its power spread open her Tahiti flesh
And spread it, thrust it fleshy, veiny wide
For what he had to offer. Brooke left fresh
Off-whiteness there inside the pink, inside
Her willing wantonness. He shot its verse
So deeply in her slickenened heat, desire,
That she was stunned with maleness and its terse
Command, its terse demand, its ivory fire.
It splattered hotly there inside her, in
Her secret place, more beautiful than sin.
~ Phillip Whidden