Midsummer's Eve

Act I

Spine coils and tingles electrically.

Breath quivers.

Anticipation trembles in the dark water.

Something big is coming tonight.

 

Act II

The blue of the sky deepens.

The fire wakes up in the lake...

    Puts up a fist...

    Furiously beats a drum...

Dancers with lightning in their eyes throb and pulse in a tactile whirlwind.

 

Stern trees purse their lips at the scene,

Retracting to the horizon,

Looming tall, black and motherly of the many things

    That scurry about between their toes.

 

I am caught in the wind and pulled along with the dance:

    A festival of motion and colour and skin.

    Every touch a new euphoria.

 

Shoreline breaks.

We pile into the water.

Beautiful men and women glowing orange.

Clothes peeled off and bodies plunging deep.

 

Pair of smiling blue eyes beckoning.

Together we burn.

Two candle-lights becoming a bonfire.

 

Act III

Stars coming down...

Sinking into the shore...

Buzzing, burning, floating in fiery amnaeon...

Surrounded by persisting sounds of lovemaking...

    And primeval joy...

Drying by the still-drumming flames...

Blue eyes laying sleeping, still smiling...

Over my beating tidal chest...

Clinging and breeding nostalgia:

Ingesting our skin's finest sensations...

Before the protracted daylight signals

The resumption of our eternal wandering.

 

Spine coils and tingles electrically.

Breath quivers.

Anticipation trembles in the dark water.

Sleep.