Swaying in the evening coves

Swaying in the evening coves,

She dances like a rose,

And a lighthouse,

The dove wings of your hips,

My exotic woman,

Sometimes sings with rare Moonlight,

And deep noon Suns

The doves of evening gaze,

Mellow and resiliently,

At the Luminous moon,

And it sighs,

When we love one another,

Swaying in the evening coves,

Your hem loosens its honey and cares,

In the lighthouses warm silhouette,

As the Moon sighs with our love,

your hips loosen in its candles glow

Reynaldo Casison