Roughing It

If I could pick just one place
To be with you
It would be in one of those
L.L. Bean
Goose down sleeping bags

It would be red
One made for two
Soft, billowy ridges
As warm and inviting as
Your smile itself

We would lose ourselves
In our own toasty paradise
Flesh meshing
Hearts pressing
Snugly under a midnight blue

The best part would be
The impossibility
Of not being near
Everything
I hold so closely