Black,
A color made for her,
As it touches her skin,
She completes it.

It secretly loves her,
Just like the way I do too,
We are both entranced by her,
In a way we won't let go.

It fits her unique skin tone,
like the rain and a nap,
But in essence,
She's the rain.

A tone made for her,
A shade some say,
An absence others proclaim.
But in all she completes it.
By:Jn

Your honey accent
           WithIn the romantic
                 Revelry of waves
Adrift to golden shore
       Luminous
                    Still
           With our love

     And We feel the Moon

            W
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       To     H
                   S
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                        L
                           B

         And BLUSH

               Like Things
                    Like Love
                 Upside down

           Voluptuous skies
                Are Our loves
               Firm and Tender
                     ground
            

           As the Moon goes on
               Blushing like Rose bouquets
              and hems in a burlesque
                    Jazz Cabaret

        Sensuous salsa dancing
              Loves exquisite gaze
                WithIn
           sweetly ablaze
    
          Candle strewn moon

                 Sweet Woman
      All Sultry ballerina
               all Tender dove
            Its you I always love

      How we weep to laugh
                   and dream

           With
              The moonlit and rose
                       Sighing
                  Of Your accent
               Like Sunflowers and waves

             Reynaldo Casison

Your eyes spoke softly,
And I, abashed and shyly listened.

Suddenly, my lips part,
As I try to resist the pull of gravity.

“If I could walk with you,” I said,
“I’d like to steal some time.”

You replied with a pull of a tie,
“I’ll make you mine.”

Blonde locks adorned in lavender,
Blue hues piercing through the shade
Lashes batting like a strobe,
Captivating like a silent film.

This fedora dripped,
Melting from my careless hands.
I clenched my fists for a moment.

How simple words fall on deaf ears
When no one listens to the signs,
Just like we do.

Sing a song, bluebird.
I’m all ears to hear your lyrics hum.
Wash over me in technicolor.
I’ve dreamt of nothing better.

This scene is so noir,
But I see the light.
Sun hues, greener grass,
and thoughts of you.

Is this real or am I dreaming again?

I want my birthday to be special
I want to see you, you are my passion
I want your hug, I want your touch
I want to see you on my couch
But your reply is so horrific
Massage appointment, it's terrific
My birthday party will be sad
You are so happy and I'm mad

I can be bossy if you want
I can abuse you but I won't
The only thing I'd like to get
The view of liquid on your back

This gorgeous girl is looking at the sky
I'm next to you, I'm slowly passing by
You know what I do next
I smell your hair and slap your ***

On misty moons, I wander free,
Escaping life's cacophony,
The world's too loud—a fading sound,
As nature's peace enfolds me round.

All alone, my spirit grows strong,
Visions of a hidden world beyond;
Shadows of the past still linger near,
And now, my soul will find me here.

For in this land, I'm never alone,
Nature's heartbeat echoes my own.
Let me dwell here, where wisdom flows,
With a world of wonder that grows and grows.

I can't move to you, you can't move to me
You are not here, I'm not free
I see only walls, I see only floor
My dear love, knock on my door