Her knuckles red
made tight around her
bouquet
as she prepares
to fasten herself
to him.

She is an orchid
midsummer bloom
and blowing into
Autumn.

Last night she lingered
on the egde of a dream
cats eyes
forest green

Trees trembling
Summer solstice
those women in hats
dancing

Spinning into the night.
He presses himself
into her palm.
Its just us now
He says.