even closer. heat from your breath
on my neck. I want to look up, astounded
at the beauty of the constellations far
from city lights, look up from the blanket
that we wisely brought along, a little get-away,
escaping from the ordinary, giggling like
a couple of kids, hoping that we don't get caught,
astounded at the beauty of a love transcending
time and age and what two people at this stage
of life are often told they ought to do.
Let others pour over their portfolios and
talk of the next surgery to get. The night
is young, my love. Let's go and see
if any shooting stars will interrupt us
as we lie entwined upon a blanket that is
not quite as old as we are, but almost.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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