We wrapped ourselves
in clear August darkness
a fine silk scarf
against the alone.

Our paired skin relished
a sweet cool zephyr
that had quietly slipped
through darkened leaves
and into spaces
between us.

It wasnt love.
Just company on a warm
and quiet summer night.

Two sweet midnights
spent in comfort and kisses
on a soft sleeping bag

under a slowly

spinning sky.

We were
vagabonds
in the brush.

Sleeping by a stream

and waking early

she left me dreaming

and that's as it should be.