The moonlight that dresses,
You from your ankles,
to your smoky mascara brows,
The tenderness that caresses,
your exotic being,
are mangos of sweet vineyards,
waves of solacing shores,
you are cool rivulets of waterfalls,
waterfalls whose warm honey glistens,

The cascades flow sweet within you,
The nocturnal hymns of you,
natural as waves, the melodies pour,
with your fine wine beauty,
and the rivulets beam, caressing your hips,
Like gentle bonfires, my love,
lights upon the vista vineyard shores,

Moonlit cascades, your tender brow,
your sighing breasts,
your ballerina hips,
Cascades with moonlight,
Our own crescent moons,
We glow through midnights,
my love, lighthouse candle,
of the garden waterfalls,

Honey dresses you in our moonlight,
You cascade your ecstasy like jazz,
from waterfalls, your flow and accent
Reynaldo Casison