Fire licks the canyon rim

A vision, you arrive with power,
like desert lightning over Grand Canyon,
5 miles wide, nearly as deep.

At dawn, I beg you to lie with me,
wildflowers spreading out like red clover
from your hair, your bright smile.

You touch your heels together,
one foot pointed away toward sage,
scrub oak, Ponderosa pine,

cliff offering pieces of shale
to the Colorado snaking silent
from the night. You point the other

toward me, permit morning sun
to highlight your green eyes,
turn them Yaqui yellow,

bring the whole plain to life,
make it throb with heat.
I dream of the coming moon,

we two smoldering as one
under dappled sky. It is then
fire licks the canyon rim.

Timothy Pilgrim