Midnight Season

After grievous windy mornings
spent gushing to each other about
dead leaves
and skating on that lake
smearing fresh powder snow
after triumphant evening meetings
greeting gnats and streetlights 
musky wet soil
and one brief midday sun
with my head on your stomach

did we 
perhaps mistakenly
etch our names on those trees
did we pluck too many dandelions
iterating wishes

and has that blood orange fire
always crowned your bright eyes
roiled in your hair
singed your closed lips
or have I finally glimpsed 
the fae behind
the memories we put aside

for all the evenings of
gleaming snow 
set on glassy lakes
and all the noons and mornings
testing what it takes
for us to find a night together?