ByAJ Waller

The sinking sun slowly slips her skirts
Of flaming orange and blushing reds
In seductive curtsey to the ending day
A paramour’s wiggle in a twilight sky
Her finger warm upon the lips of dusk
Ere the cloak of night unfurls
And hides her softly smiling face
These two lovers shall never meet
Nor feel the passion of keen embrace
Her wooing rebuffed by coming night
For darkness wears a hidden face
And yearns for the hand of virgin dawn
A femme fatale to caress in shadows
Beneath a silent waning moon
Oh shining mistress of the sky
This night is not for you