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 in her loveliness,
Sweet relief from the clouds
Reynaldo Casison