A Lomantic Poem

i was at east coast park
doing my marking by the beach today.
here's a poem i composed as i sat looking out to the sea.

The Lomantic Beach
This stretch of artificial beach
is what we call
nature -
an escape
from the burdens of city life.
a row of evenly spaced out stone benches,
neat state-planted coconut trees
(make no attempt to pluck the coconuts, lest you get fined).
a pair of young lovers strolling on the narrow beach,
she brushing an imaginary itch off her thighs every now and then,
her city-acclimatised skin unused to being touched by nature,
he whispering into her ear:
'dis place not bad leh,
got sea, got sand, got wind,
more lomantic den orchard load leh.'
they tread cautiously,
she almost stepping on a half-eaten burger king broiler
(the CIP students chose somewhere else for their mandatory mission today),
the breeze grows stronger,
bringing in an incense from the nearby refineries.
we thank them.
for we would not have our beautiful city without the income they bring.
soon it will be night.
the lights of the oil tankers will brighten the horizon.
but just for today -
we will imagine them to be luxury cruise ships
and the lights are but
decklights warming the soft skins of young lovers reclining on the decks.
- just to be lomantic

* if you don't understand the poem, try sticking out your tongue and putting it in your cheek. do that and read it again.