She gazes at the stars and they at her, 
this confident, young, sensual woman. 
The mountain stream roars faster in his ears.

She walks out into dark patterns of firs. 
Even at night her skin dazzles like bronze. 
She gazes at the stars and they at her.

The grass is cool in the Rockies'high air, 
its blades like chipmunks tactile on their skin. 
The mountain stream roars faster in his ears.

She touches her nipples. Her buttocks quiver. 
She makes it so hard to be forgotten. 
She gazes at the stars and they at her.

Then as stealthy as a racoon's fingers, 
she lowers her hand to her nest and moans. 
The mountain stream roars faster in his ears.

And fleet as a hummingbird into its feeder, 
climbing to the peaks, he dreams he is young. 
She gazes at the stars and they at her. 
The mountain stream roars faster in his ears.