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I don't read Cosmopolitan
for its fashion news, make-up tips
or a recipe for ciabatta bread but simply
for ideas on how to waltz with my man over Love's Horizon!
Should my obsession cross the line,
then what?
Daily, I intoxicate my senses by watching
each lovely curtain rise and fall over the northern Rockies.
Sanguine clouds dye the sun blood red.
Are we to blame for the smoke and forest fire near Wise River?
I blush because Big Sky has become my passion's playground.
Each exciting sunset is calmed by
drinking coffee at midnight.
I serve supper at six
with a fine cabernet wine and breathless whispers.
Are you ready, my love, for an evening of ecstacy, pillow talk,
and my only earthly possession?
...and I playfully ask, "oh baby,
where have you been all of my life?" | 
