For Her. and Other Poems

Wildfires

I stare at you, and you at me—

We stare unswayed by opinions.

I remember your flames— alone-together-apart,

You were a wildfire, but so was I.

Uncontrollable, insatiable, living-breathing passion

Consuming all in our wake, with out reason.

To touch—

To burn together—

To blow out—

For two wildfires at a distance it was to much—

So you stared at me, and I at you— never speaking, stuck in place by circumstance, content to stare at each other's flames.