Thy cheeks more than roses
from 'Songs of Pleasures and longing'

You are such a dame,
With thy lighthearted sophistication,
You brighten the dankness,
And all is well again as a churning cistern,
Ushering Midnight sustenance,

Mascara dreams upon thee,
Accentuating thy dreamy sensuousness,

Thy cheeks more than roses,
Thy ardor of wit, sleek as curls,
Pleasing to the euphoria,

You arrive always in the Exulting Pine,
Thy cheeks more than roses
Reynaldo Casison