Intimacy of veranda, sigh of winds caressing,
Slow dance of lovely ladies, evening chimes,
Moonlight kissing in their eyes,
Seagull brows,
Conch shells that within,
the shore waves hymn,

Within their dresses,
And souls the nightingales hum,
And my love caresses within them,
And like the mango wind,
Kisses the sway of their hems,

Like the moon, I conduct the waves,
For their loves sanctuary and harbor,
its loving gaze,
Upon their hips of tender honey,
And their ethereal love hymns,
That cascade and flow,
Like fountains within the loving hours,

Their warm kisses of sweet gardens,
And mine intertwine,
with the vibrancies of starry nights,
And their exotic and ethereal honey,
Lounges within their translucent hips,
Of rose and crescent moons,

Their sensuous souls,
That our love,
Fervently,
and gently caresses,
dances,
Within,
The champagne and shimmering,
Evenings,

In tender and deep silhouettes,
Our love has gazed within,
Moon vineyards ablaze,
With their loves ethereal devotion,
And warm compassions,
The ethereal petals of irises swaying,
Exotic, romantic, and sublime,
In the wind of moonlight
Reynaldo Casison