Hillside Burning Poem by Louie Vizcarra

We ran in the rain
we ran in the wind.
We saw a hillside burning and we ran through that.
Throwing off our coats
we ran through the cold wind and jumped off a cliff.
Falling to the rocks below, we clung to one another in an intimate embrace
and I breathed my soul into you.
Locked in passion
we refused to look at the rocks moving up at us.
While a voice in your ear shouted danger
I insisted otherwise.
We ignored the icy wind
the coming doom
when you suddenly looked down.
While you tried to grab onto the wall to save yourself
I reached for your hair
wanting your scent on my hands to breathe while I died.