Fragrant globs of gold gently kiss honey brown skin
Sparkling in the dying pinkish white sunlight
Winking, teasing, flirting and beckoning 
With the intoxicating scent of sugary sweet promise 
Drifting off the warm sleek surface in lazy waves
As fat yellow jacks suspend above on thick air
Poised to steal some succulent satisfying goodness 
While the buzz and hum of a thousand winged angels as one 
Finds its mark and drinks before rising pregnant towards 
The blinding ball of fire making its final descent towards mother earth
Going down in glory as the graying light relents 
Saluting as a cloak of darkness extinguishes all sight 
And a round white face takes his rightful place
Staring down lovingly from the purplish black sky before
Casting a bewitching glow on that glorious honey brown skin