The sky goes naked. Daylight cannot shame the air.
I try to write your body, but it feels like naming air.
        Inside you: if not as your lover, then your breath.
I became my voice when you became my air.
You are my limit. To your north is fire.
From my balcony I toast the forest fire
        Looting Plumas County by its own light.
One day I’d like to be reborn as fire.