That is her Silhouette,
Awakening from its dream,
Voluptuously elegant,
in its romance,
as she gazes through the clouds,
For some solace of moon and stars,

She loosens her vintage corset,
She wore sweetly,
as roses wear the moonlight,
Her delightfulness,
Cool as jazz crescendos,
and warm as crescent blooms,

Woman worn of corsets,
Like midnight piers are worn,
Of the evening rain,
I would keep your Beauty,
and love,
Within,
In its natural moonlit robes,
And exquisite curves,
Caressing rhythms,
We feel like waves,
upon the majesties of shore,

So sweet your Beauty beams to me,
I could miss the luminosities,
Of moon for another midnight,
As your pretty gaze,
And salsa hips,
Loosens its honey,
Like the evening waterfalls,
Svelte Ballerinas,
lounge within Spring
Reynaldo Casison