Her hair, smelling of Coconut Oil

Takes me back to you.

She too is black.

Once my passion boiled for you

In coconut scented sheets.

I wonder, does her skin

Leave coconut on bedclothes

And does her man’s nose

Linger where bodies meet?

Do I sin

When I yearn for coconuts

Firm to the touch

And  soft skin

I can not touch?