the Rockies that stand between us:

if they had the ears to hear my sighs

if they had the fingers to touch my spine

and feel the pulse roar; the skin

tingle, they would not just lie down,
those jagged dogs--they would
liquify, dissolve.

And the bones in my

knees--barely more than sediment--

combat the threat, the shaking

so that when those mountains

crumble fearing the 

cadence in my veins,

I can stretch just a bit taller

and feel that kiss again.