From the warm lap,
of a vineyard,
The mango,
Dressed,
In the evening moonlight,
Orange,
As an exotic sunset,
Basks,
Upon the vines,
Like a gypsy,
In a flamenco stillness,
Within,
The vineyards,
Sweet sanctuary,

The tropical winds,
Caresses,
The mangos,
Flamenco dress,
And the enlivened mango,
Dances,
Like a gypsy,
From kiss to kiss,

When one caresses,
A mango,
And sips,
Its exotic wine,
The mangos sweetness,
Like an exotic woman,
Dances on,
The miracle of its sway,
A salsa tune,
From kiss to kiss,

The mango,
A rare harbor,
Of resilient sweetness,
And tender love,

The mango,
Sweet,
and exotic,
As a lovely gypsy woman,
The sway of her flamenco hem,
a crescent hip,
And an exotic thigh,
Uncorks,
A vineyard of sighs,
A bonfire,
Of sweet heavenly desires,
From the warm lap,
Of a mango vineyard
Reynaldo Casison