In space there are hundreds of swirling gases, As thick and unyeilding as unseen molasses, And stars in varying states

of decay and birth, They seem only the tiniest pinprick from Earth. There are more planets only now discovered, Galaxies and universes as yet still uncovered, Stellar junk and fragments of metal or rock, A vastness so great on which telescopes lock. And here we lye gazing up at all of this above, Two tiny insignificant bodies locked in love, Holding hands and smiling and glad just to be, Kissing becomes the centre of the world to me. I feel your warmth and the grass to our backs, Hear the badgers as they follow their tracks, Smell the oleander as I breathe our clean air, And all this exists but we never seem to care. Our hearts beat as fragile as butterfly wings, Love is a gift that does most wondrous things, Squander it not nor treat it in a cavalier way, It gives life meaning and lasts beyond the day. All our cares and worries as real as they are, Seem to melt in the light from the nearest star, And in that eight minutes it took to reach here, I have whispered honeyed words in your ear. Flesh on flesh lust consumes us in its fire, Fuelled by love and uncontrollable desire, The moon wanes as we are sated and spent, I spoon your body at happy dreams descent. And when the day breaks and the dew forms, It brings with it clouds and thunder storms, So we take to our bed still sleepy and slow, Hearing none of the birds chorus as we go.