Tahitianambrosia Maker

We were real hungry and half dead

When you broke out half a loaf of sourdough bread.

And in the tropical air the scent rose like a spirit.

Moments of grace like this being wholly unmerited. ahh.

We were newly alive and I felt your hand on my arm.

I was awake to the sensation and immune from all harm.

You pressed your soft cheek up against my gut.

Pure gold. nothing but gold,

And I'm gonna bake you a nice coconut cream pie.

'cause I saw the sky coming down to meet you