Pink Fir Apple Night

Moon wrapt we are
enraptured in the aftermath
of heat and indulgence.

We do not allow ourselves
regrets we still have time
for ghosts and glories.

Requiem and recriminations
come later, wrap up well
for night-time adventures

stock-scented with shufflehuff
the pale tussock moth, snails
on their slippery explorations.

Take my hand
who knows what we might
awaken from its slumber.