Her brunnette hair,
swept,
across,
Her exotic,
sweet visage,

Her fine curvatures,
Warm as a beach,
Smooth and kind,
As a seashells,
Own curves,
In the kiss of moonlight,

Her dress,
Loose,
By the harbor,
Of her hips,
Where a rose,
Has kissed an iris,
With salsa beauty,

Her beatific gaze,
Long with loveliness,
As the night,
Is deep,
And the stars asleep,
dream,
Upon the surreal waves
Reynaldo Casison