#vineyard
Your love waltzes within
Much Like your Beauty sways
Like a salsa rose
Within an evening vineyard
With vibrant flowers in your hair
That were a sweet bouquet
Of bliss within your palms
And exotic and tender joys
Beautify your being
Like the heavenly moonlight
and rains balm
Upon the Summer flowers
And as long as there is a Sunflower sun
Golden rose moon and maples
There shall still be souls of honey
To soothe the waves and blue
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC
Vintage vineyard
Ballerina waltzes within
Fine wine moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC
Our love is serenading
A sublime vineyard
and luminous moon
Within,
A tenderly firm vineyard
A firm and tender vineyard
With sweet sweet moons
That begins with the roses
And candles of our loves sighs
That glows and flows
Beyond the Junes
A sublime vineyard
That caresses the clumsy
And graceful fireflies,
Salsa ballerinas,
Drifters and gypsies
Like midnight nightingales
Our love is serenading
A mystical magic
Enchanted moonlight
and soothing rain
To ease the blues and pain
Sweet honey jazz melodies
Within
Our sweet luminous vineyard
That begins to end to begin again
With the candles,
fine wine and roses
Of our loves sighs
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
In the moonlight
Diamond stars, the evening
Is robed like rain robes
The summer roses
I gaze at the golden moon
And dream of you
Darling
Balllerina sunflower
The Sublime vineyard
That is our love
Sparkles with the heavenly stars
Up above
And your fine wine beauty
Your pretty eyes
Misty fountains, cabaret angels
And the exotic blush
Of your hips where dance
Sweet vines of loving caresses
And
The firm grace
Of your tender silhouette
And exquisite rhythms
The soothe that waltzes
Supreme with moonbeams
Your rose serenade soul
That salsas like romance
and jazz
In the moonlight
Within midnights
Your love sighs
Like candles
I love you
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
The Vineyard
Is the splendid nectar
Of goddesses
Fine wine Caresses
To unwind upon earth
The moon wanes and waxes,
Waves waltz side by side
With the honey ebb and flow
Stars blush with roses
And the Vineyard
Still remains a Vineyard
Despite all that changes
She dances within stillness
And caresses
And the grapes dancers and mangos
Are asleep and awake
Within the dream of vineyards
Our love,
The soothing
Of entwined vines,
Deeply and sweetly
Within
The moonlit hips
And caress
Of the splendid vineyard
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
And their hips sway exquisitely
Like summer roses
Sensual as hips of Bohemian ladies
That grooves once and always
Within a Vineyard
Of our love,
Sparkling like evening stars
And radiant diamonds
Within
The sweet solacing caress
Of the moonlit vines
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:14 PM UTC
A vintage vineyard
A ballerina waltzes within
Glow of Moon Exotic love
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
She sways within the Midnights
Vineyards an exotic gypsy
With a rose in her hair
Her Love is naked as the moonlight
Her gaze is a bouquet that sighs
My Beauty waltzes uniquely for you
To Soothe your Blue
with the Sublime
You ease your mind
Because shes simply fine wine
And for the first time,
Your love feels at home
Because theres Something unique
In her sway,
A sweet Affinity
like youve both
Caressed with the diamonds
And golden flowers of Infinity
Where sweet love is free to really love
She loosens her velvet robe
With your every care
And tousles the honey of her hair
And for the first time
The Rose love WithIn you
Is really there
Youre together alone
away from the tumult and bustle
Your heartache melts
like the Winter snow
With her Exotic beautys honey flow
The luminosities of the Heavenly moon
Intimately aglow
Because theres Something sweet
In her gaze, her love like candles
Tenderly ablaze
Like you both have felt the same
Sweet kisses of the Evening rain
And sipped its stars loving champagne
WithIn the moonlit canopy
Of divine vineyard vines
She salsas like shes read
All of Neruda sonnets
And Love poems
and even some of your own
And your kindred love
Is deep as the moon is high
And sweet in the Midnights sky
Her Beauty waltzes with you
And your Love together alone
Is renovating romance and sighs
Because theres Something exquisite
In her sway,
you can love her forever and a day
She waltzes in The Midnights
Vineyard like a Salsa rose
Her robe upon the caress
of the fine wine vines
You sweetly kiss your loves
rose bouquets within her breast
Tender sweet in her pretty soul
Youve both never felt so Whole
Her hair in the vineyard breeze
Her iris stilletos upon her heels
With the Rose Gold of the Moon
Your love luminously WithIn there
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM UTC
The Sun has become A Golden Rose
The Moon has become A Sweet Sunflower
For the Vineyard lovers
Fine with The Beauty of Song
And darling Caresses
The divine benedictions
Of Enchanted Rain
In The Gaze Of Kindred lovers
Sweet With Rose compassions
Their Loves Flowers Further Bloom
Beyond All space and time
The Moonlight generously pours
For the Vineyard lovers
That Waltz with Sweet Romance
As The Waves with Salsa dance,
To Heavenly Luminous Shore
Like the Hips of the Crescent lovers
Sweet With Exotic compassions
Their Loves Bouquets Further Sigh
Beyond All Clouds and Blue
When All That's left for Them
To Do
Is To Love One Another True
Beyond The Clouds And Blue
With Rugged and Tender
Darling Caresses
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
she is a carafe of reverb
that broach a top in quarters now
this tray makes her wedding day
while her make up dries her tears
with skins regale there with the bells on
as her blossom is newly squib
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
So I scuttled up, until I found a voice like Japan, I read him his rights, turned out the lights, and laid right back on the sand. They said, "Sir, he was much of a father to me, but we were labeled his kin, right in our family tree." "Oh wow", I said, with a gentle, smooth voice, he went missing last August, but now he wants back you boys?" "Oh yes, he sure is a feral man. We think that's why he dried up and flew to Japan." Right then, the two of them went silent just like two second story men, so I inquired, "What happened then?" "From Monday thru Sunday he took to prayer from the bible, and on every other weeknight he watched Japan's Top Model. He threw gallant parties to a harem of wives, he read each of their palms, and looked in their eyes; some time later, when everyone was about to leave, he'd turn on Happy End and start a wild **** By this time I was tired, the sun began to set, I grew tired of my beach patch and yearned for my bed. Although soporific, I tried to be polite, I said, "Let's finish this conversation some other time." "Of course!", they said, "We're off to bed. We'll see that you'll do the same." Then they stood up quick, and reached down and picked up my chains. The beach we laid on was black top, asphalt and tar, the bed I craved was behind a row of private bars. The two of them, them both, were children of mine, because my memory is shot, this might've been their millionth time. i got locked up in a county that's dry as a beach, like Elizabethtown, Kentucky, where I was raised till 13. No one, not even the warden, knows really why I'm here, even some man from Cell Block Five, asked me last Sunday, why was I here. My beach perhaps, it's love at last, concrete, gravel, and stone- a 6' x 10' room with bars and a porcelain throne. It's mine I cry, each night I die, with glee, with smile, with rite. But it makes the other guys run at me, and try to start random fights. I don't remember the boat I took, but I remember the tour, going to Japan at Epcot Center since I'd never gone before.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC