The small hut
on the Downs
unused now
near the hedge
is not what
Lizbeth thought
it would be
is this it?
she mutters
Benedict
nods his head
this is it
there's no light
inside there
probably
got spiders
Lizbeth says
likely to
he replies
and woodlice
and beetles
and field mice
she stands back
mouth open
wide open eyes
she had thought
before this
she could get
Benedict
to have sex
with her here
a nice hut
she had thought
the blanket
an old one
she had brought
from her home
on the ground
cosy warmth
making love
Benedict
entering
into her
with birdsong
going on
the outside
having him
at long last
after months
of planning
and now this
this old hut
damp and dark
with spiders
and field mice
and beetles
and woodlice
making love
in that place
she muses
looking in
wouldn't be
one bit nice
Benedict
unaware
of her ploy
to have sex
in the hut
says mildly
with a smile
bet this place
hasn't seen
no action
in a while.