Exotic *****, she wears the Moonlight
of my love in the Rose Sunlight
Exotic *****
she wears our loves moonlight
To make it through the daylight
Your love longs to make her Beauty sigh
Your love longs for her Love
to like a sweet rose and candle sigh
Shes gonna love you before its too late
Even before its half past eight

Like a Moonlit waterfall
Her fountains are sacred
And your love bathes in champagne
And honey,
Your love bathes in her champagne
And honey

And she feels afar and intimate to me
As the evening moon and stars
And were holding unto the candles
Of our love

Women can sway
like rose gardens and vineyards
Women can make an admirer
cry and sigh

Midnights are our loves sanctuary
Midnights are our loves sanctuary
Midnights are our loves sweet sanctuary

And I feel the Moonlit shimmers
Of the waves with our love
Waltzing to the caress of shore
With the fine wine stars we adore

Midnights are our Loves sanctuary

Exotic *****,
Shes sweet within the deep
Tender Midnight,
She wears the Moonlight of my love
And keeps just enough
of the Rose sunlight
Exotic ***** shes your loves casual
And sacred vineyard even more
Than cathedrals,
For her your love caresses heavenly steeples and chimes
Your love with her sweet beauty rhymes
Shes more than a pitstop,
Shes cool when shes hot
Exotic *****
She wears the moonlight of my love
And I love her
With every Sweet star
Down to earth and Up Above

Reynaldo Casison

run fiery creature
a small red thing
his name is simply fox
and trouble, he likes to bring
just out of his kit years
he searches for his *****
and as soon as he laid eyes on her
he knew that he was smitten
she had amber eyes and delicate paws
fur like fire and tips like gauze
as soon as he saw her his heart was aflame
he walked and they talked and he found out her name
lily was his *****, forever till the end
kisses and snuggles, his best friend

She was
forever

Her lips
Bled lipstick

Dark hair
Stormed

Hearts wine
throbbed

Castled beauty
etheral

Ghostly
girl

Woolen
scarf

Returned
all love

Smoky
*****

Thump thump
What is that?
Thump thump
There it is again
Thump thump
It's coming from inside
Thump thump
I'm starting to feel alive
Thump thump
Ice is falling from my skin
Thump thump
Is this a sign?
Thump thump
Shall I begin?
Thump.....

I see this face
It's beautiful
Desirable
Inconceivable
Intangible
Fantastical
It's radical
How this image
Takes a hold of me
A *****
Veritably vanquishing
This viciously vile
Vortex
And yes
I feel alive
At my door
I hear as opportunity knocks
Taking the form
Or figure
Of a fox
Slyly slithering
In to my thoughts
Eating away
My cage
And I awake

Was it just a dream?

I don't thinks so......

Soft palms applaud
Winter’s arrival: Welcome Snow!
So glad you could come, take a chair on the lawn,
Or lounge on the sill, and worship the starlight.
We knew you were coming,
When little Earth threw the annual arctic fox over her shoulders,
Peeping through chiffon hairs, her green eyes
Met its black lipped smile,
Hers; hidden.

Sounds of snow so singular, so awkward to place:
Perhaps the closure of wings on feathered flanks,
Paws on rain-soaked oak leaves,
The pearl moon laughing in the kitchen sink,

Until his alabaster lips part into a yawn,
And all is frozen as a lake in the sky.
Did you know the stars are Russian skaters?
They twist on one toe
Wrapped in the silver furs of foreign foxes.

Closer to home,
My window opens like an unblinking eye
Onto an army of pine,
Needles turning upwards
As an apricot afternoon chills to ivory.