Note placed in a teacup 

on a casual autumn’s day sometime in 1995

Your tender white fingers

                in my grip

 are like beauty’s moonlit essence.

                I squeeze wanting

To kiss your gentle

                but ever so powerful instruments

with which you play Love’s symphony

                Nightly for me,

and I more than enraptured

                 in your charms dance a heart rhythm you echo

As we engage in marvelous moments.

in everlasting rhapsody of universal stardust romance .

Vicente Reyes

Autumn 1995