First Avatar, Four

Elaine Bench,
Bad Timing

She laughed when I told her that I loved her:
It started late at night, and we were nude
Inside a sleeping bag; we’d heard a stir
Outside – a bear perhaps, in search of food.
It pressed against a side – we rolled into
The middle of the tent, where, she on top,
We caught each other’s eyes and slowly grew
Aroused by fright – such that we couldn’t stop.
We woke at dawn to see our camp a mess
Of scattered, overturned and spilt stuff;
We viewed it all without the least distress,
And she said, “Girl, I’d say we liked it rough.”
It’s then I told her of my lofty love;
At that she laughed and fluttered like a dove.