I love the serenity in this poem. Your descriptions are so beautiful, the girl telling the guy his hands smell like coconuts, but hers are much more....the sun on a June night.

Peaceful and lovely :]

This poem is so smart. At first it might seem like a slightly random comparision, the speakers hands smelling like coconuts, but if it's someones favorite fruit and "tough" to get in specific countries then it's quite lovely.
Though the speaker comparing that others persons hands to the sun is a much stronger image, it's almost like the speaker doesn't only appreciate the warmth, but also emphasizes the dependence since coconuts need sun to grow.

But maybe I'm just nuts lol
Nonetheless lovely poem! :)