A lady,
Upon a velvet couch,
Meditates,
Of exotic islands,
She is lovely,
And sensual,
As an impressionistic painting,
Moonlight,
Flourishes,
Warmly Upon her curvatures,
Upon her velvet couch,
She feels a loving shore,
She Soothes herself,
Her tears, sweet honey,
Nightingales,
Her sighs
A bouquet of serene,
And wild roses,
A loving lady,
Upon a velvet couch,
And a honey rainbow
Dances through evening dreams
Reynaldo Casison