I went to an island and I met a girl

I went to an island and I met a girl.
She asked me my story.
I said I'm a writer but I don't write poetry.
She said that's okay, I'm a swimmer but I can't do the butterfly.

Later on, I met up with her at a buffet.
She had a shrimp cocktail and a slice of lemon meringue.
We sat next to each other, studying the other's faces,
words, ears, souls, temptations, fears, nipples, smiles.
The words were orange but they always were-
We both saw that mountain dew smile.

That night we slept together.
We both said we'd never taken to the first night
but we feel we've known we forever- as far back as far back can recall.
We mirrored each other- We made it a long night.

When we woke we were still in bed together.
I don't know what I expected-
I was sunny.

She asked to spend the day together.
I asked if I was touching too much.
She asked if she could follow me everywhere.
I asked if I could make her dinner every night.
She asked if I would write her a poem.
I said Yes- without a blink- seeing the butterfly before my eyes.

She told me this poem is corny and pushed me with her feet.