unique dancer

No one swayed quite like her,

Love danced in her fibers,

a spontaneity of sweet rhythms,

flowed like moonlight,

Through her hair and hips,

a cool and endearing charm,

glowed like tender stars,

from the wings,

of her mascara brow,

Whether it was the waltz or salsa,

Her hem was a kind bonfire,

upon a shore of dreams,

a golden carousal,

of jazz and flowers,

No one sways quite like her,

She sways with a carefree flair,

and enchanting grace,

mango melodies,

bongos, and tambourines,

were made for loving her,

and she swayed, and swayed,

and swayed like romance,

Into a candlelit warmth,

of stillness like a noon garden,

Into a vibrant,

evening painting

Reynaldo Casison