It is the summerest of nights and I walk onto the dance floor sward; I’ve been waiting for this all day. Kentucky-June humidity traces the line of my legs, the curve of my throat. Touches everything with sweetness. The band is assembled- fox, rabbit, bat and bird. Moonrise keeps the time, deer pour the punch. I smooth out the folds of my dress, ready.

Lightening bugs show up and out and off. I am admired and admire in return, accepting an invitation to join the sway. One little gentleman alights my hand, tasting sun-salted skin. Flashing and flushing and fluttering we bow to each other. I blush peach as his kiss buzzes my lips with light.

I kiss back                                              
and smile
we shimmer