the trip
was meant to match two others up,
but lust, and love, struck us instead
in the safe haven of our tent
under the steady drum of rain;
our bodies, seeking comfort in each other's arms,
became one,
silently,
between the sheets of our shared sleeping bag;
and in the air,
the only sounds were the dull rumble of distant
thunder, and the bursting breaths of
passion forcibly subdued.