Let's go out into the woods and let the wind in the pines be the blood in our veins. The drumming of hooves will be the thrum of our hearts, the snow on the ground shall be the coat of our skin. And once we are filled and whole in our wildness, let us sink naked to the earth and release our souls to the air. Our bones will carve into one another as our fingers paint landscapes on flesh. I'll bare my teeth and grasp your hair and let you know what animals are made of. I then will feel your hysteria under my skin.
The wind whispers our names, and the sea breathes us in. Our names shake the trees and cause the leaves to drift down from the canopy and join us laying in the grass. They are our sheets, our fallen autumn sheets. The trees become bare, and snow blankets the earth and covers us in its beautiful wintry grasp. It melts, and carries us into the streams and rivers and finally into the ocean. We sleep amid the water flowers, we swim amongst the waves, naked and floating, tangled like seaweed at the bottom of our World.