the grass moves swiftly
caressed by april's slight breeze
and kissed by the sun
Spontaneous,
All caressing,
Wind,
That she has loved,
As much as a glass,
Of champagne,
In evenings splendor,
That has sighingly,
Caressed,
Her wild sweet laughter,
Her hairs golden tenderness,
Warm and chill winds,
That has caressed,
Her hems,
Her voluptuousness,
Her sad and joyous soul,
Amorous wind,
That has caressed,
Her champagne love,
Upon margarita and chill shores,
Moonlit wind,
That has caressed,
Her exotic and ethereal being,
Mango wind,
That has kissed,
And embraced,
Her sweet vineyard charm,
That she loves,
As much as a glass of wine,
In midnights candle,
As she salsas,
like a ballerina,
All caressing,
Summer,
and autumn wind,
that she loved,
As much as jazz,
You are like jazz,
Under the stars,
That she lovingly danced,
And dances within,
Shimmering,
And sweetly
Reynaldo Casison
Oil and vinegar glisten like dew within a brush of sun.
Her violet velvet dress gives an expression of stun,
amongst greenery shades shadowed in the background.
She pulses 3D beauty without movement or sound.
With puckered lips, she magnetizes hers to mine.
This kiss of spring leads me to field flowers divine.
Her delicate aroma's unnoticed until beauty's crush,
when she lets loose a floral fragrance of bouquets lush.
12-8-2020
another version of the same thing
Caressed by the Wind
That oh so soft mix of fog and nightfall mix,
A San Francico cocktail, topped by your divinity kiss.
In memory etched keenly in my crystal mind.
That daily sparkles and in magnificence shines.
October 10, 2019
How does He know when I am
hurting inside?
And He sends a fellow human
to me, that holds my soul in
their hands with a loving tide.
His forgiveness is endless!
His love, overwhelming divine.
Yet the sea of His creation turns
their hardened backs on Him.
His words neither followed, let
alone ever read.
And humanity, oh humanity!
So shocked when the streets
run crimson with bloodshed!
Seven hundred of His creations
will be slaughtered each day.
You, yes. you, with contest wins,
trophies and your beautiful quill.
Remember, reflect and be still!
For you were once one of the
unborn, too!
Choose all you do wisely then,
according to His will.
August 15, 2019
In these uncertain times when hours pale
Your ever-present flame exudes lit charm;
That evenings assuage all fears unseen
And knowing you would guide us through day’s rain,
Warm caresses gift quietude, kind
As fervor vanquishes the dimmest star.
You are my comfort through night's embrace
The keeper who assures our dreams cruise on,
Rivering the shores glazed by tomorrows :
For my harbor is you… my sanctum divine
This altar of refuge when breaths heave low;
This flash of eyes glinting as kisses wake dawn …
Until your touch lullabies me, so safe so abiding.
Writers on the Storm Contest 7/8/2018
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Inspiration from The Doors' Song 'Touch Me'
The sun is exceedingly caressing my spirit,
With the anticipation of a new dawn,
I treasure the moment,
As a new day has begun.
Cognizant of the wonder,
Of which I am about to partake,
A feeling of self doubt,
I hope to leave in its wake.
The warmth on my temper,
Gives me a contented smile,
Ever knowing it would,
Last only a short while.
As the moon kisses adieu,
To the sun’s vanishing light,
I welcome the darkness,
With its intrigue so bright.
Many a night I lay motionless
upon a delightfully soft bed
with many thoughts flowing
like water in my mind.
Darkness seems to engulf
the earth with its invisible
heart that bares no reason of
creation.
Thoughts become dreams and
dreams become stories but still
they are the children of imagination.
Light fails to filter through the
thick, dark cloud that travels across
the sky; even stars seem to be the
essence of myth.
Fear opens its black and bony hands
ready to embrace my soul for the
seed of fear was planted within
my heart by a unknown being many
dreams ago; darkness beholds
many secrets but most are long
since forgotten.
My soul has been caressed by fear,
it makes my heart beat faster, my
eyes shift from side to side seeing
images that are truly not there.
A fear caressed soul is one
of commonality that one tries
to deny then yet it becomes part
of us during the small periods of death
that occur every night when one’s
head is bestowed upon a feather
light pillow ready to wander in
to a land that is truly unknown;
the land of imagination.
Listening to your heartbeat
I lie with my head on your chest
Voile curtains softly billowing in the breeze from the open window
Ecstasy still flowing through our veins
Lately we have become much closer
A true friendship now mingles with physical attraction
Unimpaired by our past lives
Gently, you curl your arm around me as you sleep
How truly happy that makes me feel
Light from a waxing moon creeps in
Over your sleeping form
Verifying my adoration of you
Even now, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a life so full of love and laughter.
**Too bad it's not autobiographical ;)
** for the LIVE LAUGH LOVE contest