I watched her hair catch fire
On the promontory.
My heart burns in the twin chestnut flames
Cascading off either side of her face.
Dual elevens shimmer
Across the purple-orange gemstones—
Bejeweled bougainvillea as the sun goes down
In the reflection of her eyes.
Let's take that drive up the mountainside,
A prelude to the ocean night.
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