Scottish Rain

Moors
Mist falling soft
In tiny curtains
Soft green ground
Dotted with heath

Pure, bright green eyes
Make the ground look dull
Whispered breath
Clouds of steam in the mist
Hair flecked with rain

Rhythmic lilting voice
Long elegant fingers
Graceful face
Cheeky grin
Soft lips

Firm yet gentle hold
Plaid woolen scarf
Shelter from the damp cold
Pulse beneath my fingers
The center of each other's world