Places We Have Yet To Go
your arm moves across the space
between us,
rests on my breath
entwined in a lover's question mark
we sleep
the heat of our bodies a sweat lodge,
you carry
a medicine bundle
I hold a marriage basket
across the threshold of dreams
the spirit of heron and deer follow us,
nibbling on our flesh,
crows gather and serpents
rejoice
we leave no dreams across a summer sky,
the burning bed catches fire,
our agreements carried by four wild winds...
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