Cavedwellers

I look forward

To the next time

That we can cuddle

Under dry rush weeds.

Burrow under

Handmade blankets and skins

Deep beneath

A pelt of Bison

Or Carribou

Wool closely woven

By elders

That know of our love

For each other.

I want to hold

Tightly

Your womanly frame

As we sleep

And conjure

Magic and dreams

While a fire burns closely

Bordered by rocks that we collected

Together.

Within this tent

This teepee

This found cave...

I want to fold into you

Like the dough

That we make

From freshly sheathed grains...

And fall everlastingly

Into the forest

The jungle

The wide plains

And feel only you

Sleeping

Content

Next to me.