UNDER THE NET

Let us spend our nights under the same mosquito net,
Consummating what has grown up between us since we met.
In the safari lodge below the African sky
We can lie together as the outside world goes by,
Under that net at end of the day we can undress;
The insects may see, but never touch, the nakedness
Of us, two human creatures who make love not war,
For whom the Kenyan natural world fills us with awe.
Thus we can have intimate, passionate nights,
Our bodies untouched by the dreaded mosquito bites.
The linking of our bodies, one male, one female,
Will happily go on as if under a bridal veil.
The early morning rising of the African sun
Will greet the awakening of two who became one.