from "The Floetic Heart Of Rene Reyes"

Slightly tart and crisp
is the whistling wind
dressing my lips
in gucci skin/
designed perfectly
for kisses
that bounce litely
and land
atop
Pico Da Itatiaja
making love
to no end/
gathering buckets
of Pink Sand
Swirling bodies
that blend
so in sync
with the Earth
and Her
gyrating band/
Sipping sweet cafezinhos
mixing samba and baiao beats
Barefoot through bresilium
but no splinters in feet/
making room for a visit
making space for the heat
hearts that travel afar
just to hug in the streets/
Naturally
no fancy suites
with this Karma
lets take it to the stars
Giving all
trembling happy
under
my
waterfall

Iguass'u