It filters the light,
The chill in the wind,
But kisses our bodies,
Makes him grin.
And as long as he smiles,
I’m good to go,
Washing and hanging,
With him in tow.
We’re silhouettes in the sun,
The cloth hiding our faces,
Whispering and tickling,
‘Drying the laces.
At last the basket empty,
We head back inside,
Loving our lives,
Our hands entwined.
