Upon an exotic shore,
She danced,
with a flair all her own,
Her love for moonlight,
And starry hymn,
Naked,
As a seashell,
Modest,
Warm,
And,
Wistful,


The sighs,
Of her Salsa hem,
With its warm rhythms,
Surreal,

Dances,
Between the sweet,
Palm trees,

The violin wind,
And melodious,
Mellow moon
Reynaldo Casison