Fires On The Hillside Poem by jerome moore

I never knew how fires burned
until i see your eyes,
your deep lost eyes,
how they float in trance-like
peril when You look into me
and I feel you puling all the wild animal
passions from my bones my heart my lungs
and explode into smokey quietude laughter.
while fires burn on the hillside and
lightning bugs hide in the attic.
I see a floor of rose hip cedar.
glowing embers like flickering dancers
leaping from the lantern belly our love on a chipping staircase
the old tin heels
the falling of a copper
and the rattle of the radio.
how we collide is how we love every second of it