One way in
and one way out
no deviation
allowed
as the pleasure
of what can be
experienced
in these moments
entrances
to persuade
the crossing
again and again.
Tiny fissures
little cracks
the breakdown
comes in slow
and stealthy
with veins
once so flush
with life
drying up
in a starvation
of moisture
while lying prone
in a puddle
yet
unable to breathe.
Coined
in loving arms
as long legs tangle
to brush
against leaner
versions
of the same.
Cold nights
warmed
as I become
so wrapped up
in you
that the world
disappears.
Rural spots
with lots of rust
and rain filled
skies
hang low
An unnatural
quiet
as water soaked
wood swells
and deteriorates
while the drip
of raindrops
is the only sound.
Come lie with me
on a bed of
feather soft moss
that tickles
against the flesh
as it cushions
our weight.
Come sleep
with me
among the ferns
and boughs
of cedar trees
that shelter
us from harm.