dreams hanging under the sun

she burped in G-minor and off came
the Girl from Ipanema
in-between pink geckos and green leaves
he tapped her in the back
and out again
came the Girl from Ipanema
The burps finally stopped
and she managed to thank
the little and not so little pink geckos
that had endured the entire performance
while
in a rather timely manner
the leaves in the trees dried and her hands
fell loose atop the tile floor
the pretty pink geckos held them back up
and from the bottom of her lungs
thankfully came
another burp
in A
The Girl from Ipanema filled the entire island
and as if by magic
all the geckos
and all the Girls
decided never to leave

and this I would whisper to you
in the still of the night
just so you smile