She sits at the evening table,
Sweet relief from the clouds
Her Visage,
pours into the cups,
like honey and rain
In her dress,
of sheer delicacies and delights,
Her shoulders, starkissed willows,
Sweet relief from the clouds
She is aglow,
like a candlebra,
an ornament to the jazz and revelers,
Their gaze,
Drinks the wine of her loveliness,
Sweet relief from the clouds
Reynaldo Casison