a man, as wolf
to him, a test
between desire or
the dirt road, a canyon
to him, an arena
for pride and triumph.
his blanket, a mountain range
to align the dirt
for hunger, some soft flesh,
for them to throw time
into the separation
a girl, as moon
to her, a pull
a cause to swerve.
the cave, a nook
to her, a mystery
her dreams, a plot
to explore the stars,
in thoughtful rows.
a rest, some woven branches,
of cells by night.
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