Amidst all those stars,
In her Midnight crescent robe,
She felt completely naked,
They were sipping their fine wine,
That like the stars,
within the plaza fountains,
Reflected their beauty,
She was a modern gypsy,
who had missed her ballerina days,
Exquisitely come from the vineyard,
She knew its intimate sweetness,
Beautiful roses like rainbows,
Kissed the rivers of her hair,
With sweet and gentle vibrancies,
Sighs shimmered down her honey curves,
Intimate with tears, she wept sweet ones,
Compliments of irises bloomed,
Upon her vineyard breasts,
Accentuating them,
And our ethereal and midnight hymns,
That sighs like kisses,
Within them,
Comfy within casual,
and shimmering gowns,
She wore them well,
The stars around her glistened,
Their gaze kissing,
Like uncorked waves,
upon the moonlit shore,
Even beyond words she felt things,
Like kindred love between souls,
The rain upon the piers,
The Summer wind through her hair,
Her eyes were the velvet caress,
of exotic rhythms,
Her thighs were tender,
and firm moonbeams,
Her hips swayed in stillness,
In the pretty moonlight,
And sensuously waltzed,
by the Matisse like window,
Dancing through the vineyard,
With her Salsa beauty,
She is like honey waterfalls,
And without any cares,
She swayed,
and bowed like sunflowers,
In the dream of moonlight,
And sparkles like champagne,
With our sweet affinities,
Into heavenly infinities
Reynaldo Casison