Summer Sun © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Summer sun is golden fire,
A gilt-edged woman, blue-flame born;
Blazing gold, uncontrolled desire,
She wakes right after light of dawn...

At morning she is warm, inviting,
with hints of passion yet to come;
She sparks a passion, deep, exciting,
that strong men ache to melt, succumb..

At noon, she peaks to burn and scorch,
Weak men wither at her touch,
A raging beacon, flaming torch.
Who can bear the heat as such...? k

At evening tide, her embers glow,
Men swelter as she flickers, fades;
The air is still, the wise will know,
and tremble in her escapades...

Don't play with fire, pay respect,
A woman's mind is fire-flecked...