Woman, this evening
This evening I'd like lisp to you relieving pleasure
Sit back and fully unwind
Within heart embrace sway close to the moon
As in the elemental days of the ancients
You feel that how you ooze luminosity
See you really don't need much glamour for me to adore you
I love you just as much and perhaps even more so
When your hair is scraggly with
Looseness
Sheer and free-spirited
Or when your mascara is running like a damp April
And a vivacious brook coursing down your cheek
You don't really need much glamour to feel sublime to me
To me you are much more naturally glamorous
When you're pining for a moon
Within fields of December
Upon the marvelous hilltops of May and with such tenderness and loving care
You knighting beams with majesties of scintillations
I am even more passionate for
The endearing Solace
Of thy abundant beauty
When you have kernels and Starlight in your eyes
Bespeaking an utter good night's sleep
Ah you feel that
How you ooze with Luminosity
Reynaldo Casison
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