Moth

Scent is the strongest trigger.
The campfire smoke rising from
His jacket sends his mind reeling.
The night was dark with heat.

The smoke rising from the fire
Twists and turns against
The heat of the night.
Her feet fly over the sand.

She twists and turns against
The glow of the fire, effulgent.
Her feet move over the sand.
Music made her drunk with sound.

In the light of fire she glows. Effulgent
Against the cold and salt.
Music filled the night with sound.
He watches her in the dark.

Heedless of the cold and salt,
A mass of skin and sand.
He watches her in the dark,
Imagining the sheen of her sweat.

A mass of skin and sand,
She moves close enough to touch.
He imagines the taste of her sweat.
She flees into the darkness.

She’d been close enough to touch.
His feet burn on the rough sand
As he follows her into the darkness.
Her steps are swallowed by the waves.

His feet burn on the rough sand.
She is with him for a moment,
Their feet caught in the waves.
He tastes nighttime on her skin.

She was with him for a moment.
(Scent is the strongest trigger.)
He still tasted the nighttime on her skin.
The night was dark with heat.