We stood on the edge of a forest

Underneath the trees

Looking out

Sheltering from the rain

Watching listening

For any change

Counting off the minutes

Like cuts of a knife

Notches made in even strokes on to wood

In reality only, seconds

watching our billow breath

Amongst the remaining leaves as they

Took the deluge full blast

Your hand found mine

While we held each other

Our lips pressed together

And a warmth passed

Between us

Locked in a lover’s embrace

Neither moving

Neither wishing to lose the moment

We were

The swan and the fox