Fire of Her

There was a desert wind

Blowing that night

It arrived quite suddenly

Moving in from east to west

Dry and bitter

Jumping on me

From the core

Of the mountain itself

Pelting exposed skin

Violently transforming

My budding expectations

For the evening ahead

This moment

The very spot I stood

Would be one

Never forgotten

The night

She decided to leave

The day

Starting like

All the others

Radiant and blue

Welcoming me

With a bird’s tune

And a bee’s hum

The Mother

Throwing open

Her loving arms

With every step

Of my Solomon

Hiking shoes

Like the brewing storm

Her energy shifted

The darkness

Showing up

Around her eyes

Squinting as she

Cut the vegetables

Standing next to me

Energy swirling within

Creeping its way down

Into her

Fervent lips

Seeing them

Starting to crouch together

Moving around

Like a rabbit

Ready to bolt

Into the awaiting brush

Seeping downward

Into her throat

I could envision

The boiling lava

Beating through

Her unleashing heart

In a zap

She was on me

Words firing out

Machine-gun style

Pelting me

Every angle

Jabbing at

Uncovered emotions

My face turning

Significantly violet red

From the adjectives

Hurled into

The surrounding space

Between our bodies

This was the

Exact moment

I knew

I loved this woman

Her honesty

Her truth

Her fire

Burning me

Like never before

Enflaming my

Forest of desire

She left that night

The night of

The desert wind

Leaving with the

Slam of the front door

And a middle finger

Shooting up

Towards the heavens

Her venom

Spewing words

I could no longer

Even understand

As the driveway dirt

Lost itself

In the bitter wind

I smiled

Deep joy

Flooding my spirit

Understanding so deeply

She would return

Unable to escape

The fiery passions

So clearly stoked

Within our love

And in returning

We would reunite

Unlike any

Time before

Rick Ellsmore

5.19.20

Written with my writing Group. I chose the prompt from Raymond Chandler—the first two lines of this poem!