Love Poetry For Couple

for Brian Five of us slept that night on the stone floor of an old cob hut, close by the Clarence River � our ears ringing still from the silence of high screes, our eyes still burning from hot snow, the bright shimmer of bugloss and briar rose on the parched valley flats. When I woke, cold, in that monochrome time before colour seeps in, I saw you sprawled quite motionless, eyes closed.