Along the Route: Palm Springs

Suddenly you pull the car to the side of the road
Below the rugged mountain peaks
Gravel growls below the tires
And you turn to me

Caught up in your arms
I hear the words I most want you to say
I love you. You are beautiful
Held in your embrace that
does not end

Around us, the desert stretches its infinity
of spartan beauty
and atop the brown mountain peaks
a sprinkling of snow
pushes paradox into the sky.