Three artsy gypsies
Were going to go to a holiday party
Where there would be dancing
and champagne
Though a hot mess
They were all dressed up
In their Sunday best
As they were on their merry way
It began to rain and rain
And they wouldnt let the clouds
Get to them
So they would have to have a party
Of their own together alone
Of painting and sweet singing
They were like Jazz
Cool as they were sultry
They painted Still life
Like croissants evening lakes and stars
They painted their bohemian frienship
And Sweet Love
with soothing deep kisses
and tender caresses
They were sweetly entwined
As twizzlers and mango vines
The hours were vibrant and golden
As an Ice cream trucks melodies
Of Carefree days
They were honeysuckles and kids again
And the rain was a symphony
For their delights
Though they couldnt quite paint
The rain with all their masterful style
The artsy gypsies felt the rain
more than most
Upon the heavenly coast
of their own paradise
They felt one anothers
moonlight and rain
And did their best to soothe Its pain
What was most poignant
and romantic
Of It all
They cared to light one anothers candles
And they even reveled In the layers
Of their silhouettes withIn the candles
Scintillating glow
That swayed like roses
their love gave to them
And they were the fine wine
Of their Loves sipping
The artsy gypsies
had the most fun
Doing what they loved the most
And what mattered most to them
Was that they deeply and sweetly
Loved one another
The Exquisite exotic ballerina
unique Poetry In motion
WithIn the honey stillness of Midnight
Reynaldo Casison