to be naked in the desert
no company but the chattering coyotes that are too far, to fang-bearing to touch anyway
the harshness of sand wind and sun
searing your exposed flesh away
blistering you open
the rawness of your wounds
pounding with every pulse
but the range is wide open
vastness and air in every direction
the feeling of no walls
rib and lung hurdling outward
to expand as far as they want to
rattlesnakes behind every rock
thorns gaurding every cactus
or is it better to
sip the sweetened tea of partnership
in the love-garden of comfort and company
as you take it in through the boning of your carefully tightened corset?
where it holds the right parts of you in and lets the right parts of you out?
look at all the plants you\'ve grown together
hand in hand, through dirt and sweat and hope-seeds
taste from your basket
of love grown fruits
the pain-joy of wildness
the joy-pain of domesticity
can either be better?