I saved my love
In precious jars
As marbles tempered by
moonless caverns.
We had a field day.
But soon I learned
you just can't win
An argument
With a mountain.
Forged in sinewy sand
Our desert mirage
echoes our names
Forever
bouncing
Judged and juried by
Gorgeous gorges
Bellowing fortresses and
Majestic deliverances.
My cold hot hard jagged memories
border the ancient landscape,
our horizon of hope.
Greeting me like
long lost friends
multi-faceted crystals
saturated stones
launched our Love made fragile
upon the craggy rocks
of tenderness.
Pity the pale sweet pebbles
Cast as love strewn crumbs along
Hansel & Gretel's path
We never had a honeymoon
So someone suggested
Death Valley.
In lieu of bliss
we hurled epithets
at rainbow colored
granite peaks.
But beneath the arches
of Fire Canyon's
white, red and orange sandstone
we surrendered to the
deep velvet green
of the distant
mountains.
This Valley of Fire
Ignited our passion
Pleasured moments
flickered then lept
surpassing
the heat of each
steaming boulder
languishing in the
stifling sun.
Tucking love
Between cracks, crevices and canyons
Our own private wailing wall
prayers of mercy
softened our fall.
One anniversary surprise
tickets to fly over the Grand Canyon
led to a confession of
flight terror
shrieking of cliffs
we swaggered instead
over Lake Mead
and cruised across
its stony embankment.
Camping overnight at Red Rock
disclosed the
many-sided moons
of our encumbrance.
Bedding down for the night.
We finally found a certified campsite
and slept among stars.
Dawn found us playing
hide and seek with rabbits
underneath the sun's purple pink orange
yellow white enchanted lazy shadow waltzing across the rocks. |
