I wouldn't mind being lost in the woods with you.
We would wear heavy wool socks,
put our hands in the dirt,
guess how long trees have lived
kill something
eat it
there will be blood
bathe in the creek
water droplets in your beard
and when a cold rain sweeps through
we'd lay in the same sleeping bag
for warmth
because it was out of necessity
because we have to touch each other to survive.
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