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