I just want to come out of this as best friends

Jungle Fever

Fever. Burning. Heavy. Fever.
Caught gazing at the jungle, the front yard.
Noise all around: insects chirping, animals howling, leaves rustling.
Movement among the grasses and trees.
I want to know you.

"How are you?" I ask.
"I was doing ok."
"You were? How about now."
She shrugs. Leans her head to the side.
"Well, not so good."
"Tell me about it."
Sigh.
"It's just that regular kind of hurt, you know?"
"No. I don't."
She looks into me and says,
"Yes, you do." 

Lost at the edge of the jungle.
I feel it, the presence of heat in the coolness of the night.
Where do we go from here
Standing at the edge of the jungle
I want to know you.