a maelstrom of roots
snakes towards the loch
tracked by rough bark
traps for the unwary
prepared to bite
dead water in between
and in the distance an island castle
echoes earlier battles
different strategies
rumours of dunsinane not easy to miss
I touch your lips
cold with ice cream in the unexpected sun
your yellow trousers
brighten the brown of
sleeping heather
caledonian pine
and broken bridges
cover our tracks
laughter in the evening
kiss and kiss and kiss