maneuvering through
with you
prickly thickets gore
but all I feel
is your hand that has grabbed mine
wafting aroma of decay
settles in like fog
but all I sense
is your warm musk enveloping me
running along brambly hedgerows
closer to town
dimly aware of people nearby
but all I hear
is your laughter
rich and filling
The Word Rummager 
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