In the summer heat;
as my skin burns,
and the sultry wind whispers —
visions of warm bodies
lying on undulating golden sand;
I deliciously imagine …
the sky descending
and the parched earth turning;
to receive her golden lover’s embrace,
finally ending her long lonely days.
She rises to meet the blistering kiss,
willingly consumed by feverish bliss ….
Ruled by passion, forgetting reason
together they create the perfect horizon.