There is such bounce
In the buoyant basket of thou caress
It is that luminous
And a blush of love can transcend mountains
Beatific gazelle
Thy blush us that of quaint flowers
All the strains uncusp
In a sweeping flourish
And I just long to sustain its endearment
I devote hours to gift thee
I devote months just to please thy sigh
Adorn thee with the pleasing tempos and a prism of resplendence
The sun drifts and crowns the pine with alleviating moons
Stolid turtles stride with the delighting rabbits
To the sound of wax blessed music
The alleviating moon bestow the pines with more of sun
For a blush upon a cheek is as warm springs
Resonating from the deep kiss within
Thy being radiantly Caressed
It is that luminous
Thy fullness of blush
Is that of exotic flowers
Reynaldo Casison
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