I can see the rhythm in your nation,
the drumbeating trombones rocking
in the landscape where jazzy trees
and leaves sing to the beat, vivid vibes
and smiles flowing in an incredible light,
starstruck and blazing beauty, a harbor
of hearts glowing in the moonlight,
resting upon magnificent kingdoms.
The flames inside your champagne eyes
are a thousand waves of glorious escapes
shining in the skyline, soaring into captivating
streams, radiant chemistry, a body opening
into something blossoming, more like a
gleaming constellation, like a heart of true worlds
moving beyond swirling Saturn, a still sensation
traveling in geometric dimensions, inner worlds
meeting in unity, thick eyebrows, chiseled cheeks,
juicy lips, a night of passion, midnight poetry
over sparkling chardonnay beside the cozy fireplace.