As dusk stealthily advances
to swallow the sun
which spits and hisses
and ducks and dives
helplessly
like a candle flame
dancing frenziedly
on its last drop of wax
the lover,
burns parting kisses
on his mistress' breasts
and,
stepping out,
sees
that the sun
has also,
in passionately reluctant departure,
kissed the sky
ablaze
