The lover's dance (a Tu'bAv tale)

The lover dances soon at midnight,
Gather your flowers and sweeten your tongue.

The circles unify,
And white cloth becomes pure as we bathe it in ritual water.
Or wine,

It's up to you.

We play a rousing game of hide and seek around the mulberry tree,
The peaches are getting full
Now,
Like my breasts,

And you noticed.

Swinging in mischievousness,
you pinch my cheeks,
My lips curl.
Become the fish,
And yours are salty ocean too now,
Kiss,
Here,
In eternity and laughs.

No,
You musn't let go of my hand.

We shimmy in unison,
And the petals fly out of my hair.

I lead you to the wisest grandfather tree in the orchard,
I whisper for you to bend your head low to his trunk,
Kiss his roots,
And listen to his stories.

You do not know,
So you do as i say.

And this is what you hear:

Beating hearts, distance and boundaries, sugar, milk, honey, and stone.

You dont know why,
And i crawl atop you,
Hugging you as you kiss the earth.

And the lover is alive in the wind and late august air.

Spirals of grape tendrils and puffs of queen anne's lace.

Chase me to the stream,
Ill throw my flowers in the water,
Tighten my grip on your hand and submerge in cleansing.

The lover dances soon at midnight and my tongue is honey sweet and chile spiced with all of you.