Kissed by Kauai

The sweet smell of plumeria mixed with other natives like hibiscus, tuberose and pikake;
I am intoxicated.

A sensuous kiss every morning and a soft hug goodbye every night;
I drift.

The earth, sandy, volcanic, smooth, shell-laden, overtaken by succulents - vibrates;
I am alive.

A call, a whisper, the roaring applause of a most magnificent blue-kind;
I am saved.

 A Native Hibiscus