BELTANE

 

 

 

Curled against you under the night sky
your touch reminds me
that my flesh is made
from the spark and dust
of inaccessible stars

Dawn takes a deep breath
and pulls us close
whispering promises
I will be back, soon,
with the ideas you planted

Life bursts into flower
without warming
our tangled hair
keeps no secrets
as we blush at the rising sun