My mounting desire:
 
to climb the summer mountains
 
before the first snow.

Desire

 
 
 

in a photograph
 
plum blossoms my heart desired
 
forty years ago

Shoulder

 
 
 

her husband’s shoulder—
 
something in the way it tilts
 
kindling her desire

Smoke

 
 

resting by the way
 
smoke swirling from a campfire—
 
desire gnaws my bones

Embracing

 
 
 

Your embracing me
 
kindles my desire to flee
 
to another’s arms.