An Intimacy

Time for a quick lil nature poem

An Intimacy

I’m soaked and alone under ponderosa pines, 
eyes unfocused in a bleary haze 
before the burn-off of morning fog—
a hung-heavy ocean lounging across the valley.

I wander, boots mud-dipped maroon,
along overgrown foot trails of sweet clover, prairie sage—
their silver-green fingers a wild dewed trellis,
wet bliss lapping against the crests of my thighs.

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This poem was written August 6, 2023 at Bear Lodge in Wyoming, during my solo cross-country road trip.