Hot Tropical Nights

tropical night

I remember the hot tropical nights;
drinking, dancing, holding hands,
walking in the rain. I remember you.

Palm trees, sailing ships and rum.
Jimmy Buffet on the radio.
The warm Cuban waters, welcoming.

Your warm body, dark skin,
holding you next to me,
your smell, I remember you.

Do you think of me?
Do you remember the nights,
sailing on Havana Bay?

Was I just a fling for you?
To be forgotten once I’m gone?
I remember you, and the nights.