JUST LIKE JAMAICA Like cocobread and patties, Ting and Kola champagne Tasting you sends crazy satisfaction through my veins You suck the life out of me, Like stubborn mosquitoes I welcome you, translating you like Bien Venidos into stares and body language only we understand You make me feel richer than a Negril suntan You remind me of Jamaica, as calm as the shores of Mo' Bay As glamorous as Negril, As relaxing as Ocho Rios The way you move through me Like West Indian winds The ease at which you make me fly like Hummingbirds Smelling Hibiscus flowers—in other words: You are like watching the stars on Red Hills Like walking bear-foot in soft mahogany soil, running in warm breezes through Fern Gully, Like sipping Horlicks or Milo Or sucking mangos to the pit If Utopia existed on earth, This is it because you are my Kingston. And I shall never forget Jamaica.