Ode to her sweet brow

Her brow sweet,

as a seagulls svelte wings,

Within autumn horizons,

Its love sensually sings,

Its glide, a sensuous longing,

for ethereal blooms,

of Spring,

Mascara eyelashes,

exquisite as mango vines,

Reminiscent,

Of fine margarita Summers,

And sublime evenings,

The luminous moon,

reflected in her surreal gaze,

Her tender tears,

Sparkle,

Warm and bright,

As,

the sonata Night stars,

Her sweet brow,

and loveliness,

Shimmering,

like,

the salsa waves,

And,

the bliss of moonbeams,

Upon,

the still,

and,

glistening seashells

Reynaldo Casison