Gather the mangos,
From the luminous vines,
Of the mango tree,
Like song gathers its melodies,
And hymn caresses Loves,
velvet and svelte hips,
From within the moonlight and soul,

In your cherry red berets,
And flowing robes,
Deep in summer, and tender in autumn,
Gather the mangos,
From the moonlit vines,
Of the mango tree,
And let the sweet rain honey,
Within the ethereal garden,
of your souls,

Gather the mangos,
From the luminous vines,
Of the mango tree,
Bonfire of tenderness,
Salsas within your being,

I feel the sanctities of your hems,
Swaying, and its a deep waltz,
To a Summer caress,
And shimmering kiss,

Red cherry berets,
Sighs of Jazz nightingales,
Gaze and Breasts like a lighthouse,
That our sublime longings voyage,
And your kisses bow,
Enchanted,
as the mango and diamond waves,

Moon from the veranda,
Waltz from the vineyard,
Your ethereal melodies,
are born of moonlight,
The waves shimmers,
Of an exotic shore,
The vibrancies,
of a lavendar caressed lake,

Beyond your smoky mascara,
Deeper within,
the midnights are hymning,
Damp mango vines, and moonlit candles,
Warm the coves of your sensuous souls
Reynaldo Casison