we flirted in the biblical
senses
quite properly
Victorian
had that dance
in the middle of the
party her
days at learning proper prose
became a flaming tempest
as we snuck out past the veranda
not even thinking about
anything but dancing long on the moon's
silent song or the leaves memory
so long we floated
above the stars the sky clouds
her hoop skirts
crinolines corsets
chemise
had long fallen to her knees
into my arms she rushed
we sailed upon the whispering breeze
like  floating paper lanterns glowing
tied together never landing
made the way to
Heaven real, absorbed resolved died cucified we
gathered ourselves together
and I swear ,
though I think of her almost
nightly
and she haunts me ,
I have not seen her since.
I went on to marry some
rich matriarch.