Wildfire Poem by GORDON GILHULY

there is, surprisingly, no

falling of sound, sleeves of

snow unbutton themselves from

the chilled arms of the trees -

now, free to continue the journey



you, unhooking a button so that

part of your dress falls away

to reveal a doorway of skin;

your breath almost a whisper,

almost a language



and I, earnest as a child

bearing a ring, intent on your naked

shoulder, romantic towards the

invitation of your neck.

suddenly your voice, a single word,

crystal,

bird song like drops of water



I am aware of the silence between

my steps; you let go

of your dress as casually as a

stream flows through your fingers;

your eyes funnel into lust.

determination, love call me

to another home, to the edge

of another country



we shall be no less than wildfire

in our loving