Depths of her breasts,
Translucent hilltops,
Where luminosities,
And doves dream,
And honey sings,
Breasts,
That has caressed,
Other wanderlust breasts,
Like an evening lake,
And a festival,
Dressed them,
Like stars dresses the night sky,
Kissed them,
Like mangos kiss,
The summer vineyards,
And embraced them,
With dreamscapes,
And the wine,
Of their longings
Reynaldo Casison