I am a fan of the tropical, my body craves the sun
During cold winter time, I create steam in the room
And focus on my life goals in seasonal aroma
Clashing awareness of the rain pouring outside my window
Of the boiler ready to burst outside my bedroom door
Of the ceiling fan mixing the two temperatures together
Of the blinds slightly open so I can keep up with reality
Of my layered cotton, polyester, and nylon
Of Snoop Dog’s weed indulged lyrics vibrating outside my
Half open window- my mother said I like to create the tropical
Morning after morning, my body becomes the magnet
The bed becomes the fridge, and we are stuck
Paradise temperature, alcohol is near, but water is too far away
And my breathing is slow, consistent with his
Depressing thoughts somewhere at sometime
Or her heartbeat pace the morning after.