Love In A Tent Poem by empty shell

The soft August rain drums down on our tent
A wayward droplet crawls slowly, down a nylon slope
Quiet shadows play inside, between the metal posts
While the mid-day sun, slowly fades them away
The temperature builds as our bodies touch
Our writhing frames set fire to air
I open up our world to vent out the heat.
A quick breeze relieves burning bodies.
You watch the auburn thistles slow dancing in the wind
Veiled by a screen nature performs before us now
I study you intently, as you breathe it all in
You hug your shins tightly
Push your knees hard to your breast
I lift your hair and smile as the wind nibbles your neck
Moist sweat from your back rolls onto my chest
You say it could be better
I laugh
....you jest