Our bodies were so fragile that night
our cracking bones made noise
as we lay under a murky wet and dripping sky.
you told me to move in closer
to your bony angles and hot breath
and so I did.
My toes were numb and I thought yours
were a piece of metal scraping
the bottom of our tent.
I shivered and we both quaked
like ice-laden leaves in the winter wind,
that would freeze into one
if either touched the other.
but chose instead
to lay in mutual suffering
and awareness and thinking of each other.
I think we like torturing ourselves.
I think we like acknowledging the challenge.