ROSA DE BAYAHIBE.

She smells of soft perfume and Palo Santo,

 Her crown curly and wild. 

Eyes the deepest tones of amber.

And skin sun-kissed by the islands that raised her. 

Gold hoops, cigars, and sweet plantain. 

Her smile warm as the sands of Kiskeya. 

She moved with the tumbao of the salsa playing in the background.  

And under the light of the moon, I witnessed in admiration…

Gentle and free

Esa Rosa de Bayahibe.