Come, my lover, take ribbon in hand and dance the Maypole round,
Over and under the colors are woven brilliant and breathless in Spring’s warm light.
Come my lover and dance with me, circle the Beltane fires,
A wink and smile as you pass by to make sure that I catch your eye.
Come my lover and walk with me into the magic night
Into the dark and silent trees where our greenwood marriage bed awaits
© Cat/LBolotin 2017/ updated April 24, 2020
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