The sun melted into the Caribbean
like orange and lemon sherbet
onto a rippling blue bowl

She leaned against the ship's railing
as we satiated ourselves
on the sumptuous tropical sunset

She said it reminded her of sunsets
on Lake Something-or-another
at home in Vermont

I recalled the setting sun
reflecting off the refinery towers
along the Jersey Turnpike

She said nothing
leaving to find someone
who shared her subjective sense of romance

This poem first appeared in the Edison Literary Review.
Used here with the author's permission.