I lay among the lichen draped pine trees, sunken into the needles and the moss. The smell of rain fills the air, tickling my nose. I have a faint headache and my joints so lightly ache. I watch the stars through the shifting pine branches. You rise into the sky, round and full, taking a gasp of the cool night air. You outshine the stars and let soft beams of light through the wavering pine trees, gracing the needles with your touch. I gently close my eyes and feel the earthworms crawl across my dirt streaked skin, waiting for you to take me.