I had found sleeping difficult due to my sleep patterns being disturbed

This was due to the change in the weather and the ghostly tree pollens

That hung unseen above the moonlit fields

 

You were sleeping nearest to the window

As you always did at this time of year

The moon was by now illuminating your silent breasts

 

It had started its journey just above your nearest breast

And I soon grew fascinated with the shadow of your nipple

Which stood erect like an ancient tower on a grassy hill

 

The mysterious valley that separated your breasts

Slowly surrendered its horizon but not all was revealed

As small pockets of darkness were refusing their secrets

 

My eyes grew heavy as the moon reached its highest point

Over an hour had passed and now it was on its downward journey

Your other breast was sharp in its profile but the night beginning to wane