Teepee

Teepee by Eric Ashford

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Teepee

It is hard to be objective
I keep slipping you under my tongue
and tasting you.

Your face is not clear.
Your body so sexually fluid
that it slips through my mind.

A metaphysical romance
needs deep flesh to hold it together
or it is just a ghost dance.
In the solitary twilit prairies
of our two souls
I want to be your tepee.

Somewhere for you to snuggle
and talk of the world outside of us.
I will wrap you in my own pelts.
My body shall be a campfire
where you can warm your hands.

We will make this poem of our love
breathe deeply,
make it speak from the rich earth
like a real flower.