The moon kisses our souls,
Its honey a river of warm sighs,
Down our thighs,
The moon lounges,
within our breasts,
Its beams bloom,
Like Summer flowers,
within us,
with your love,

The waves hymn,
You are like the moon,
When your love glows,
The honey you are when it flows,
You are irises in the exotic breeze,
A gypsy with love,
and sighs so high,
swaying crescent hips,
Within luminous and still vineyards
Reynaldo Casison