in the middle of the night

Blessed is the tribe that lies together in the dust, naked, cold,
Shivering in fraternity. Fearful of the beasties; fearful of rain;
Yet strong in the sharing of fear. The flap of an arm all they need
To know they’re not alone. Your neighbour’s toenail or breast
In your face to guard against beasties or shelter from rain.
Monkey’s proud dawn cry is but a few hours from now. So:
Cuddle up close. Make the ground soft. Dull the night sounds.
Select your stars. Shut your eyes. We'll fly there. Together.