Passion. That loving, carnal swell of desire. Dancing with a lover. Maybe that lover is a goddess who traversed the Veil for this one night each year?
The ancient, pagan Gallic and Celtic traditions of the Summer Solstice or Midsummer or Litha have ancient roots in commemorating the longest day of the year.
These traditions of bonfires burning in celebration and sacrifice to god (or gods) felt like such an appropriate setting for this poem. The heat, the hunger, the need.
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