Beltane

[lioninmaple]

it is that feast
where the merry make
and the fool
paints himself beneath bough,
daubed in the ladies silver fall

and while he tells himself
that perhaps it is a rock
perhaps it is cold and distant

perhaps that heartbeat
coursing the night
is not his own

because it is the same
as his own
and not

he cannot be deaf
to hope
or else wither

his Queen is crowned