Bonfire

Deep in the woods...
with blood sucking insects
and swampland leeches.
We sat camped in a grove,
some firm ground
to hold us that night.
As we lay touching
finger tips to toes,
encircling the fire...
staring at stars
supposedly...
instead of catching
quick glimpses
of the other
through the flames
and telling tales
of childhood dreams,
adventures and schemes.
What we think
of the universe beyond
and the ones within,
what we make
of what we have
and what we are.