The edging light commands the lined rock to dance in orange and pink hues as the Arizona sun sinks behind the mesa. We stand and embrace, swaying ever so subtly, moved by the waves of the wind. My lungs are filled with your gentle essence and you brush back my naughty curls tickling your nose. We remain together for the breath of eternity: you, the saint: generous and kind; me, an angel with wings of love; entangled in a snarl of complication. When the last segment of the gol