Under A Beltain Moon

 

I was led

for I had flesh that burned
to your place of shadow.  Down

there
on the north side of love
your mystery

a remnant of midnight
guided me through the wild woods
to the safe solace of your kiss.
There grew the tenderness of you

soft, as a touch of moss
where the dew sleeps till noon.
Shaded from the blinding sun
away from absolutes that parch
the very roots of the moon

we pressed against the green bark
till shadows lengthened on the ground
and dusk opened her caress around.
Then the warmth of blood itself
was all there was to blanket us
the lunar light reflecting

to a fire in our hearts.
And later then
that pregnant moon descended
and possessed your eyes
and ran with us chasing the shadows
of owls and bats and bobcats
with the confidence of the dawn.

 
 
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