A poem from the book I’m editing

I’m taking a quick pass through one of the books I’ve neglected before Camp Nano — July session happens. This might be my most transgressive poem — something about the mud ..

I don’t know whether I want to hold you
Till I feel your heart in my chest,
And we entwine like the Trees,
Or mate with you
In the mud, in the rain, in plain sight.
Either way, we become something new.