Drizzling havana...

Born like havana
Between time and Time
How you in me evoke
A drizzling feel...
As if a slow dance
At a ball room
So red and white...
Floored
me as if you
In me lay gentle strokes
Of a tune...
Havana kind...
Accompanied by bass rhythmic
Padded soft,
At intervals symptomatic
Of the tap on wood...
As if a rhyme so non hyperbolic...

Born like havana
As if Santana
Between space and Space
How You inceive
A longish murmur
As if a stream
Rippling
Down...
Continuity unbroken
As if Continuum...

Like that sure drizzling noon
A havana tap on wood, a rhythm, a tune...