Love Song

Two women
Both promising perfection
Both close enough to taste
Yet infinitely far away—
I can only escape at the peak between
The valley of the sun
Dappled in horizontal orange,
A dragon's tail slithering away
And turning to ash,
And the other side, Moon Valley,
Where a full one rises in violet vaporous dust
Above the pink crags and the white tips of stiff Sajuaros
To paralyze with its coat of blue.
A couple sits in an old fort watching
The rising lights of the city
As if it explains all their love.
I walk back to my own valley of the dogs
And their serenade of growls
To find someone else's Bulldog
Following me home.

The Sun of all that is, against
The Moon, chimerical, ephemeral,
Of all I want.