You & I
this night when it gets too cold
we come inside to sleep
and whisper secrets under covers.
I put my hand to the back of your head
fingers in your hair
and breathe in smells of campfire smoke,
your skin marked with ash
(and I am also marked)
I taste the cold air in your mouth,
feeling out of place indoors.
We tangle up together
You & I,
like the evergreens that bend together in the wind.