I long to have a pow wow inside of your heart.

I see us there: running fast through tall grasses,

Playing Cowboys and Indians on a hot summer day.

Bird songs echo in the distance—

Sweat beads drip down our necks and foreheads.

The air smells of sweetgrass and peppermint

As we play in the dirt with naked feet

And eyes open wide like outreached arms.

Dusk paints our world pink and purple.

Dressed in hyde and feathers,

I am painted by your fingertips

And the mud clay you made.

My face is illuminated by your smile,

Shining bright like the day’s last sunbeams—

Before the dark night brings our dreams to us.

In twilight, your horse glows white like the mist

Forming over the mountains in the West.

Smoke swirls around you

In the open field the fireflies

Have come to dance.

“Closer,” you say to me.

Your words low and deep

Your heartbeat fast and

Steady like an old drum.

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