TrailΒ Β eyes blending the murky colors as they slowly lick the landscape tickling with the edge of tongues warm pastels as if creamsicle dripping the edges of fingers somehow now lining evergreens rushing turquoise blending with navy denim white caps as fresh water churns alongside smoothing edges of rocks I dip my spine the hemispheric shape of my back as it extends over the damp dripping moss you cradle my body the warmth moves between the sensations of shudders as we cling alongside one another your lips part as the foreign color of red stands out to the cold, dimly lit nature I bite deep gasp, scream weep.