In the field of tweet she rests her nude feet.
He joins her smiling and blushing while she
embraces him with her arms.
The sun's high and two on the one feeling it.
There's no world outside those arms.
No sound, no smell, no light enough to strike dead
feelings of total content.
Everything passes around, up and down, gently
for, if it's too much, it won't be heard.

Lovers.