oh but for a moment of sweet, foolish fun.
smouldering coals glow bright
with gentle touch.
a moment of young, lovely bliss,
a kiss shared -
a real one,
not the farce of hours prior -
from one who is interested.
conversation spills out,
and with it,
admiration, affinity,
some sense of belonging.
silly things, not heavy,
but light.
float above the damp night grass -
soar amongst the clouds gathering above.
push past the smoking remains of
the fire
up the stairs
laughter, smiles, warm skin
nobody's business but ours
nobody's business but ours... a kind face and listening ear
