One palm like a comb,
Upon the hair of her silhouette,
Voluptuous with compassion,
In her green Spring groovy dress,
One palm,
Serenely,
upon the heavenly jazz of her thigh,
Her beauty glistening its rare honey,
To salsa into other svelte silhouettes,
That like her feel things deeply,
and sweetly,
like fountains,
So honey comforts honey,
Replenishing their love,
Heel, mango bosom,
to still and sultry gaze,
With the stars up above
Reynaldo Casison