A lady upon a velvet couch

 

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