The Midnights sigh

A Sigh sparkles in the waves,

Diamondesque,

And how shall your Midnights waltz,

Like Exotic women,

Caressing their breasts, 

With Astronomy,

They journey through Stillness,

Like Ballerina pirouettes,

With their Jazz silhouettes,

The Garden forever,

Blooms with the Beauties,

We love like the Moonlight,

The bouquet of your Sultry brow,

The Moondrenched lake,

Gaze of your dreams,

Majestic iris, Modest irises,

Their Souls dance for honey,

Warm coves of Love,

The petalled Crescent hips,

And the Nightingale,

Serenading herself,

for your Love,

Emblazoned upon Luminosity,

The garden Moon,

The Supernovas,

Are Reminiscent of her Beauty,

And her Shore loving hair,

With a vast universe to hymn,

Such Exquisiteness, mellowness,

And her raw tender poses lounge,

Sweet and otherworldly,

And our Moonlight,

Kissing brows,

With the Golden pearls of Heaven,

The earthy wax of your candles,

Those vineyards dancing,

Like raindrops,

Like our Love longs,

Moonlight,

Upon your eyelids,

your hips, your tousled hair,

Longing and misting,

Somewhere else,

Evening wings

Reynaldo Casison