Nights In May

Nights in May are so seductive, they make you wait for hours in that glorious stage light from the west, before they deign to rise onto the stage of the quite brief performance of their artistry. Their breath is balmy, laden with that blend of all the fragrances they steal from blossoms, which coquettishly they wear like laces fastened round some young girl’s thighs. In May the nights flirtatiously wink at you with sparks they like to borrow from the stars, they expertly employ the moon to highlight the smooth shapes of budding lush fertility. They cradle you in night-blue arms arousing wishes rather than lulling you to sleep, till from the east pale heralds will approach to make them organize their exit accompanied by the birds’ symphony.