I remember those nights
the summer, with the trees full, heavy from the green and the weight of their life.
Frogs, the creakers, you called them
their serenade, simple, every night, synchronized with the wind, lightly dancing off the plush canopy
and you gently breathing
coming in and out of my heart
covers kicked off
feet poking out
your long legs, so strong, like steel
and heavy, when you draped them over me
your naked body, so suspicious you never realized how beautiful you were to me.