Sonnet Love Poem by Reynaldo Casison

She feels like a sonnet,
The Neruda kind,
Intimate as a rose and wheat,
Her hips are sweet

She feels like a sonnet,
The Millay kind,
Rose breath, lovelorn, and figs,
Her love is deep

She feels like a sonnet,
Love is in her being,
Her islands, Warm as moons

She feels like a sonnet,
Her hips are sweet as her lips,
Her love is deep

She feels like a sonnet,
She feels like a sonnet,
She feels like a sonnet,
Her love is deep,
Her hips and lips are sweet,
Her hips, brow, and lips are sweet,
She feels like a sonnet,
She feels like a sonnet

Reynaldo Casison