I gazed within to feel the moon,
And our love,

In the veranda garden,
exquisite ladies are swaying,
And glowing like Matisse models,
Under a Vibrant moon,

In the lounge,
exquisite ladies are hymning,
Like Matisse models,
with laidback and sultry rhythms,

In the stars, exquisite ladies are sparkling,
With champagne,
like Matisse models,
in Moonkissed robes,

In the candleglow,
exquisite ladies are sighing,
Like Matisse models,
with their fine wine beauty,
As the seagulls, jazz nightingales,
And sublime doves,
dream and paint the skies,

In my soul, exquisite ladies are combing,
Their violin hair,
as they twirl their honey hems,
To sweet and unique stillness,
Like Matisse models with loves bouquets,

In the waves of the shore,
exquisite ladies are frolicking,
With mermaid flair and dolphin sleekness,
Like Matisse models in the Nice breeze,

In the hymns of my heart,
exquisite ladies,
are lighting midnight candles,
Like Matisse models,
For our Luminous, ethereal moon,

In the salon, exquisite ladies are admiring,
One anothers beauty like Matisse models,
Waxing,
one anothers salsa and ballerina legs,

In the moon,
exquisite ladies are dreaming,
Like Matisse models,
with the waves diamond shimmers,

In the boutique,
exquisite ladies are tending flowers,
For Summer romance, lost and caressed,
Like Matisse models in evening reveries,

In a golden solitude,
exquisite ladies are meditating,
In fine silk and naked robes of delight,
Like Matisse models shorn of the bustle,

Somewhere and everywhere,
Beauty is sweetly glowing,
with the stars in the fountains,
Like Matisse models,
gazing at waves,
and,
rose moons
Reynaldo Casison