a Beltane picnic

I read you Shakespeare in the grass
in-between sips of aloe,
pomegranates are nature’s rubies.
I swear the ground glows
where we lay naked last summer on acid
as if our bodies were a spell.
each morning the moon adorns the grass
with a dewey diamond necklace.
last night I dreamed a crow flew into our room
but when it left an eagle perched outside.