I got VD again

We'll say
that on this island there will be no more snacking,
no slap-fights that end in breathless fits,
no killing and no end to our pursuit of avoiding scurvy.

Our love
will pull coconuts from trees, breaking them gently at our feet,
will light the fire at sunset, and bring forth spices, booze,
fish filets and trays of plastic-wrapped meat for our dinner.

No life
will be as quiet as ours, and no tan will be as deep.