What does the wind say to the sea?
Do you hear them roaring at each other?
In this storm that batters our boat-like fale
Hear them crash in fury against those rocks
Sitting mutely on the shoreline
Waiting to rend our tender flesh
To blend us, bones and all, in brine
But we, with fearless joy, ride out
The rampage in our buoyant bed
What words lullaby us asleep under the palms?
Did you hear what that wind said to this sea?
Lazing on their threshold, under a loving sun
We are naked flesh to be salted in the sand
While those warm waves lick our bodies
Jealously soaking through your sarong
To trace your panty line, with sunburn
That leaves marks which mirror match
The welts of our noisy love making
I want to be where the wind whips the sea
In our storm proof fale on Savaii