Cool air, raising goosebumps
Or maybe it�s you causing them,
Looking at me with those eyes
That I can fall into.
Beltaine night is ending, bon fire roaring high
We didn�t jump it
Not wanting to make any promises
That wouldn�t be kept.
Couples around the fire
Leaning close, cuddling under blankets
The heat of the sun now gone
Leaving them to bask in the heat of each other.
We sit apart with separate blankets
Not sure about the physicality of it all.
And I can feel your eyes on me
As we sit in comfortable silence.
I cock my head, regarding the embers
Still feeling your eyes on me
Those eyes, such eyes
That I can fall into.
And I feel your hand, those hands
Such large, agile, lively hands
Strong and warm, touching my shoulder
You draw me close, and I sigh.
Head on your shoulder
I feel your hand in my hair
Stroking the long, dark locks, tangled from wind
And dancing around the Maypole.
I look up, peering over the frames
Of the glasses that shelter my fragile eyes
And see you watching me
The embers glinting off the amber flecks in your irises.
Bighting my lip, I look away
Nestling my head into the crook of your arm
Breathing in the scent of you
Smiling because I know you�re smiling that wicked grin.
And the wind is cooler now,
The fire is dying, so someone pokes it
Prodding the embers back to life
And the heat on my skin isn�t from there.
I flush in pleasure, pink cheeks
All courtesy of your attention
This Beltaine night, after dancing and feasting
Nestled against your warmth.
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