Contentment

Watching the rain pouring down
like a grey curtain
outside the car window.
Listening to its patter  
on the car roof.
Faint lights of the town
flickering in the distance.

Or the coziness of the appartment,
TV rambling loudly on
as she lies next to him
touching his body 
with as much of hers as humanly possible.


He is smoking.
Her head on his chest.


Because the only heaven 
that makes sense to her
is the one they are exploring together ...