Nasal Intercourse

Water stains on faded wall paper,
slight whiff of mildew,
damp concrete,
rusting iron,
a prison without walls.

Eyes closed,
a picture without sight unfolds,
offering glimpses of another time,
another life,
another world.

The smell of old fire,
screams echoing through an otherwise silent forest,
distant touch of a far away dream,
the soft crunch of dry grass underfoot,
and a tang of copper in night air.

The buck with the split hoof,
from a distance I sense him moving,
I know his heart,
I know his desire,
I know where he will be in the morning.