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...