The sky arcs up and out as earth lifts herself
Awaiting the long-night.
The Sun God moves to stand-still
Leaving seductive seed.
We guess this secret dance
Abandon life to it
And await the lover’s descent,
The earth’s quivering brace
Feet dancing the belly of the beloved
Who offers warm milk-teats,
The breast of God
Lifted from rolling fields of hay.
Winding roses wrap bare thighs
Seducing The Sun long past his hour.
Now spent, they whisper
Late, late into the longest light.