In hide of home amongst the trees, they stayed in their naked free and loved when want of intimate’s passion returned. Again in kitchen—over counter and open floor; upon velour of lounge beside the hearth; and in porch sit under blanket-wrap—she in straddle of his lap; interlock of hands in hold and resting to his neck; eyes in fix and match with his; lips’ change from smiled curl to drawn line of focused-thin; only then, eyes closing, as she, like lips, drew and focused in—where they laughed in the after under open sky and high, full bright of sun in shine on them and green of lawn beyond shadows of the trees.
Only then did they dress in cover, leaving out into the world where they walked in open wilds: hand in hand, gladdened souls, spirits as the birds around—in sing of their love song.