Lusty Candles

The ocean touches grace

When sun kisses its face

Then dives in deep

Leaving nature to weep

Passionate gets the dusk breeze

Robins seek a hide in deserted trees

Sky puts on its black gown

Few Diamonds shimmer its crown

Darkness embraces with fears

Till the glittering moon appears

Over faces smiles return

In bedrooms lusty candles burn

For lovers to sprinkle charms

Lashes ravel mysteries for arms

Lips invite moisture to lounge

And greedy ones all passion scrounge

On beds of roses, emotions wallow

Even ache there tastes mellow…

“Vita Memorae” Painting by Vladimir Kush

That’s only one show, and summer’s crowded of similar nights

Where nothing stops the beat even red lights

Summer’s beauty certainly brushed with magic

Wish it never fades away in a nature’s show; so tragic

Soon snow will crawl through the dark like a thief

Stealing life from every hanging leaf

And acting like a wild whore;

Knocking down the safety behind every door

Soon thunder will trigger violence

Killing with no mercy romantic silence…

Three months a summer and nine spent in remorse

Yet no complaint may change nature’s changing course…