Deep in the state

Of the money pit

We ventured. 

To a destiny

Never tasted before

In the shiny Florida Keys

To a place called Conch Key-

Its a fisherman's dream

With a pinch of luxury.

Most will go to 

Gobble up Key West-

That place is not for us-

Been there done that-

No repeats necessary.

It's a drunkard's paradise

We'd rather sip on surprises,

Pina Colata Coconut milkshakes,

And salty sunrises-

That smootch the sunsets

Without regrets.

The paths less taken

Are  never forsaken 

With singed souls in unison,

Linked in spiritual sovereignty.

Our yoked minds

Have fallen Deeper

In an endless

Well of Love.

United and renewed,

We are together alone,

Escaping this world 

Of clones.