When the sun bowed out, a golden ember dimmed,
_ sensual shadows crept—
We danced upon whispers,
staking claim to moonlit secrets untold.
A comet's flight, a sigh from the past,
trembling echoes returned,
bearing gifts of eclipse and desire,
invisible keys unlocked a heartbeat.
Voids where hands reached, now mere phantoms,
their touch, a tranquil soliloquy—
embrace of tender nostalgia,
we hum the solstice's haunting refrain.