Driving over

 the line of poplar trees
on that hill
i look for them every time
i drive over from my room,

they line a green hilltop                                                    the clouds

the light from the sun
seems to hold
just there above them

beauty
every time
as i weave my way
through the countryside

my worries drift 
just after this point

although

there have been times
when they have stayed
and i have carried both
them and me to you

we talk with eachother
looking and touching
drinking coffee,
smoking

loving
sometimes nervously
loving
i want to stay
every time

on the journey
back over the hill
i think of you
tucked up in your bed
all warm and cosy

i listen out
to hear a message
arrive on my phone             &
when it does my heart lightens

a love letter
to read
warm
in love

in my bed