The humid summer unwinds,
Like a road to nowhere,
dreamy Midnights,
lean into dreary dawns,
Like a salsa dancer,
Leans out,
of a comfortable
red dress,

The fortress of her being,
Needing some wine,
And a long bath,
Sweet, deep, and gentle,
As a sonnet,

Her hair,
has come unloosened,
With her dress,
And all her worries,
As her beauty marinates,
Like a mediteranean sunset,
Amidst the soothing fountains,

With her dancers grace,
Effervescently,
Soothed,
She comforts herself,
With her robe,
As her body dreams,
like a vineyard
Reynaldo Casison