Solstice

On sodden turf we linked pale arms
Under a glacial full moon
Ghosts of breath and rosy cheeks
A bonfire set with gratitude
casts shadows under our feet
You said, “a haytruck can make a fine dance floor”
as you lifted your skirt to climb
In carefulness and softness, then,
It was just like me when
I lost the courage
To steal a kiss