Slow to dusk

Slow to dusk.
Through afternoons.
Drousy moments in sunset lit rooms.
Velvet curtains and travellers smiles.
Heat off mediterranean roof tiles.
Slow to dusk.
Sun to go, sun too low.
Drying sticky wet forests. All the way...
To our balcony.
Those grand kitchens, where aroma pours out.
Slow to dusk.
Lazy living room glare, warm handshakes sweet nausea.
A sweaty hairline and underwear.
Midday out of reach now...
Lizards and scorpions bask.
Toads hide.
Restless young people embrace before dark.
Three oclock voyage.
Brilliant sun.
Late hours to kill, but how they live.
This balmy shade off the edge of a cloud,
off the edge of a beach umbrella, under your hat.
How it conjures relaxation.
How it all slowly turns to dusk in the sky.