“I lay in the soil, planted. Pine needles pricked
and forest sediment
imprinted with me.
Leaves and sticks in my hair.
I loved pulling them out later in the mirror. My grin and shining secret eyes. The best intimacy I’ve ever experienced came from my own exploring nature in nature,” I confess to him, interpreting myself in the process.
“Where there is wood, your heart follows,” Loki teases.
“Where there is freedom to just be.”
“I’m that freedom to you?” he asks.
“Yes. You disrupt chains, and I feel free in that space where no one else wants to be. Most people don’t want to be naked in the woods. They fear getting caught or the practicality of it. You catch me, you make the impractical bits the fun part.”
“I’m the fun? I love that.” He smiles with me.
“You are the fun inviting me to be the fun too.”
