I am a painter, a maestro of colors,
With every canvas, I dress a model,
And when you lounge,
In the mirror of my gaze,
My love is ablaze,
with you in an exquisite daze,
Your love pours into mine,
In still repose, your beauty is dancing,
Like a cabaret,
I can paint a thousand flowers,
And fill the garden,
of your sweet longings,
With a hymn of moon and sun,
When my love caresses your hips,
They become mine,
And we can make the stars sparkle,
Our very own way,
You could be a ballerina in a tutu,
It could be blue,
yet I could make it golden,
For you,
and have you feeling,
like the most exquisite sunflower,
With my irises,
your solitude is an exotic rose,
Alone together, we transcend,
Eras and the weather,
Through the dark,
Vibrancies are reborn,
When you are naked, you are fully robed,
With a warmth of vibrancy,
When you are in a robe,
The paint is naked as moonlight,
And,
You are the most exquisite gypsy,
My love, bathed in stillness,
Jazz hymning, from the violins,
of your Beauty,
Nightingales with doves sighing,
Its fine wine,
So sublime
Reynaldo Casison