again again

which was unexpected

there was no quiet

out there in the desert

miles from anywhere

dirt tracking stony ground

& all we had were

a couple of thrift store blankets

a six pack some crackers

a low fire to keep warm

& a bottle in case that went out

each other to hold onto

as the stars wheeled overhead

inching towards the cold dawn

& if I have a heartbeat

you ever wanted to

I’ll do all of that again

again

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