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. |