I once mistook a bed sheet drying in the wind for a white flag
maybe surrender is love, you may quote this

it's the small things that I notice, the way she strokes the back of her head when she's thinking as if comfortably reassuring that the answers will come

I always had the answers but never to the questions that were important;
like why can't I surrender my heart
why does it hurt so much to let you go
there are so many things I don't know
but she's not here to ask her
so I forgo the answers

I will continue to hang my heart out to dry
a red flag for all who look my way
there are no words that I need say
just a come what may
it came and went and came again
I'm still the same my friend

maybe the answers will never arrive
maybe I need to surrender instead of survive
there have been so many maybes and may days but lately it's too much
I miss your touch
not physical but the way you were able to breech my barriers,
you touched my heart as cheesy as that sounds
but I'm a romantic so I'm pro dairy

my poems have become my diary
I milk my heart for all its worth
for all its hurt and pain
I would do it again
fall in love with you.

Exquisite nightingales songs
Soothe with the intimacies
            Of vineyards
      And Voluptuousness
          Of evening skies

           Midnights moons
               Candles roses
        With exotic poses
             Heavenly silhouettes
               In sweet repose

          Theres a Coolness
                of sweet warmths
           When her Beauty
                          and
              our Love sighs

Reynaldo Casison

If you wish me sleep
you are doing it all wrong
far away from my touch
far away from my heart
I only grow more madly in love
Turkish coffee tossed
give me some merlot wine
if you wish me to sleep
I have the recipe
interlock our hands
kiss me on the ear
whisper your dreams to me
tell me your stories
share me your sadness
let me drink the sweetness of you
the essence of you beside me
the comfort of your embrace
will bring me this peaceful sleep
and dreams that last forever

Once you drew me naked,
And I did not recognize the man,
A stranger in my skin,
I couldn’t trace where I began.

I am not a possession
A number
A piece of property

I may be young
But I am a human
I am alive
And I have feelings

Time is valuable
And I refuse to waste mine