You warned me of the
wilderness
before two hearts blended
in a forest,
your body electrified
flakes of white,
resting tears of fear, or
was it love?
A forest crying wolf,
I could love you in the
snow. . . pop the cork
fill both of our glasses as we
toast to this mountain,
to the wilderness,
standing at the highest peak
It was then, I knew air –
mountain air – it lifted me
carried me – brought me
into his world where trees
form a private memory
Rocks and boulders
talked to us,
approved of our reflection
as sun pasted shadows
onto snow –
I will never climb a mountain
quite like that again