The Space Between Trees

by Foxes and Magnolias

We laid in the hammock after midnight

speaking through the moonlight.

You grazed my eyebrows and cheekbones

with the tip of your thumb.

I discovered the space on your neck where your beard stops

and skin turns soft.

The dogs were barking.

Everyone was asleep aside from Pat,

who kept coming out to offer us beer or boxed wine,

but we didn’t want any.

 

We belong in the space between trees

together.