Beltane Celebration, in poem

In this, there leaves a taste
a sound – a feeling
like a long forgotten scent
bursting to full bloom
like a bouquet of wildflowers
left on a doorstep
as a gift.

All our movements are dance steps,
free form and flowing
we circle each other like
hungry predators
yet play like kittens when we
catch up
jumping, swatting, running
and coming back for more.

it’s easy to be washed out with the
low tide, circling the drain,
falling like raindrops into the bucket
plink…plink…plink
and nothing. The sound of silence
all but deafening as we reach towards
and end, and new beginning.

But we put all that aside for these
stolen moments, these
whispered kisses
warm embraces
and heated touch.

“If only these moments could last forever”

but my love, they do.