Under a Rock

My whole day seemed to be consumed by one thought.
When would we meet face to face
It what but seemed an eternity. The beginning might have
been the end, I could not find our meeting place, Fate?
Then it became clear and there she stood, waiting concerned, as was I

As we prepared for our journey I could not have been more impressed
It had been the days of triathlons that I had seen a woman
Unafraid to change in public, Bravo.

As we started I recalled the stories that she had shared
with me earlier in the day; death, heartbreak, love.
I realized she was a special person and I wondered why she was here with me, I could only guess.
As we hiked along, the sun shone on the desert landscape
and there the cacti glimmered in a desert driven sun.

The smell of the landscape is haunted by a harsh Arizona summer I couldn’t help but notice her body as it glistened and was highlighted by a soft
Arizona sky as she made her way down a rocky narrow path.
We take another path, it will be dark soon, that is ok
And again the eyes, the smile
Ancient peoples amongst us as she shares with me,
And she shares
We crest another hill and there, the city lights below,
Twinkle like a billion stars in a dark-filled night.
And she shares
We walk further and the path fades to boulders as we scramble
Higher, higher. Is this another special place?
I again marvel at her strength, her independence as she leads us upward to the boulders above “You know where we are going” she says.

We reach the summit and there 360 degrees around lay the desert floor
And she shares
She shares her desert home with me and I a world away in Colorado
We sit talk and reflect and a poem comes to me on this mountainside
about her, us


With a winded gaze and
Sailor eyes
I stare
With bedroom eyes and
gasping breaths
you stare
Warmth and passionate beauty
Leads me astray
With persistence and innuendo’s
I you
Ever moving, forever changing
are the tides of temptation
Tides that guide our every mood,
every feeling
There are no misunderstandings
no misgivings
Past reflections
Future expectations
Ever binding, ever holding
Bonded and Blended
are our feelings, bodies and souls


The wind begins to stir and the temperature drops.
We inch closer and I feel the warmth of her soft-tanned body
The wind blows harder and I shiver, I’m not sure it’s from the cold or because I’m so close to her, I feel it’s the ladder
How I long to hold her tight and kiss lips that appear illuminant but I don’t, not until she shares her written thoughts

I could stay all night with her, yet we leave
As we climb down the varied path again, I marvel her strength both mentally and physically
We squeeze through a formation of boulders called ‘Fat Mans.’
And I wish I were as close to her as the boulders, as she gently passes between

Can you Run?
We might not be able to get back, the park might close
So we begin to run, do I want to lead? I do
I want to see her, see her run and she leads and I watch her firm, shapely body run effortlessly over rocks and boulders
In the dark I she her skin again glistening
As she continues to run
The trail becomes harder and harder to see
The clouds begin to swirl in fainted forms
And a light rain begins to fall and we run
The rain soaks our once sweaty bodies
And her shirt clings to her sculptured frame
And she is lovely
The rain harder as is my breath from running or
The excitement of running with her.
Do you want a drink? No you first, as I watch her,
Ever flowing, ever perfect
We walk down to the park entrance. It’s open
She puts a coat out we cross legs and listen
And she reads
She reads what is hard to read. She has honored me by
Including me in her summer highlights
She cannot begin to let the words flow from shimmering lips
And I tell her its ok, but I am nervous
She says it’s about me, now I shiver
How much does she know about me? Women Know
She finally begin to read from a faded light
An elegant account of her summer
She mentions me. I feel embarrassed my feelings the same
But I feel there’s something missing
I now must be honest with her.
I married. She knows, yet she remains. I also
I look to her and I feel ashamed
Oh, how? I don’t want to hurt anyone.
But I am falling, falling for her

As we close in and she reads again putting in what she
Once left out, a tear falls, she does not see.
So close, yet ten years away.
Yet, I hold her close and kiss her gentle lips
And I feel wonderful, we shall meet again.

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