She's drunk with her wine,
The day is long with melodies,
Reclining on her love,
Her bed strewn,
With a garden of petals,
In the evenings light,
Warm glance,
Petals like song,
Caress the honey
Of her body,
Damp from the beachshore,
As her silouette dances,
Like jazz,
In the moon's lavendar stillness
Reynaldo Casison
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