No one swayed quite like her,
Love danced in her fibers,
a spontaneity of sweet rhythms,
flowed like moonlight,
Through her hair and hips,
a cool and endearing charm,
glowed like tender stars,
from the wings,
of her mascara brow,
Whether it was the waltz or salsa,
Her hem was a kind bonfire,
upon a shore of dreams,
a golden carousal,
of jazz and flowers,
No one sways quite like her,
She sways with a carefree flair,
and enchanting grace,
mango melodies,
bongos, and tambourines,
were made for loving her,
and she swayed, and swayed,
and swayed like romance,
Into a candlelit warmth,
of stillness like a noon garden,
Into a vibrant,
evening painting
Reynaldo Casison