We didn't find a deer (except in each other)
we found a bear a
bearskin rug as bare as us
trusting lust
trusting in us
hunting harts our hearts
fusing to bone our
ribs antler reaching
through to each
other to each section a connection
adoring confections on the floor
one more place a surface confession

reaping internal connections
soul mates checkmated on
surfaces king and queen or
maybe some other configuration
a bearskin floor declaration

let's be each other's weakness

a congress in eros
not "Heroes" not one night
only several will do us right light
fire place
firing places in us
full moon green nights
filling every phase
not green to each other
nothing is unseen
even so
there is nothing cliché about us
we've found our hearts hunting harts
this is only the start