Shores Of Havana

The shores of Havana
Call for his presence
Sparkling sands
Beckon
The salt of his skin
The beauty of his sculpted jaw
His being
His essence

The shores of Havana
Call for his spirit
To taste her
To savor her light
Her breezes and gales
Aromas yet beheld

The shores of Havana
Call for his daughters and sons
That they fly
Unfettered
Unencumbered
Tutored by sages
And learned Masters

The shores of Havana
Call to him
In whispers
In hushed hails

The allure
Of the shores of Havana