It's Fiction Babe, Just Fiction.

Swing Under the Stars
Camille Burg

A gathering of pebbles hit my window
I glance out to make sense of it all
And then I see your happy face
It all becomes clear: the pebbles thrown
Carefully, So as not to fall
I tie some sheets, and with feigned grace

Make my way to the last bit of fabric
You take my hand, and swing me around
Bring me close, gently slipping hands
Not too slow but not too quick
Sweet music in my ears surround
My mind slides far away to saccharine lands

All night, under the stars we sway
Swinging to the familiar tunes you hum
Now is the time to slumber, for a second I stray
Pulling me back in, for a moment, content we become
Just another hour or so
Then, alas, it will be time to go