you wrapped me like
an old worn scarf
around your
throat

and
sighed-

as if in repose,
at home..

seduced by roaring
flame,

though you still
shivered..

though the cold
brought its
bitter.

you, with your
rocky mountain smile

and scent of juniper
breeze,

on a frosty autumn
morning–

it’s just us amongst
the trees.

your light’s
sincere,

a smile so ripe
with life,

those eyes..

i’d climb and dive into
to get a closer
view.

she caught
me

staring through
our photo–

to find
the green patch,

then erased my face
from memory,

and stepped with me
into flusher
scenery.