I look at the moon light,
Through misted, trickling,
Rain droped window,
Of his hippy van.
Lying behind him,
Spooning.
Protected,
Feeling safe and warm.
I run his dreadlocks round my fingers.
Then softly cooing,
He say's Umm! thats nice.
Ever so happy,
I gently squeeze him.
For we have been joined as one.
The trees whistle up a song of sweet lament,
The stove crackling to the smell of burning,
Forest fire wood.
The douvet,
Enveloping us as one package.
Then stamped with lovers tiredness,
We drift into sleep,

Together.


5/9/13.