curling in the warm white sand as a sensuous mento
rhythm drifts upwards into the starry night.
You take a sip of
red wine and savor the gentle Caribbean breeze that
flickers a candle and caresses your skin.
In the near distance,
the sound of the waves lapping at a moonlit shore
soothes your soul.
You are far away
now...drifting...drifting...caught up in the sheer
pleasure of a concert for the senses.
a large plate of steaming
lobster garnished with sharp garlic or hot curry arrives
and is placed gently on the table before you.
This is Kuyaba. This is your feast.