"You and I Are Disappearing"

The cry I bring down from the hills belongs to a girl still burning inside my head. At daybreak                    she burns like a piece of paper. She burns like foxfire in a thigh-shaped valley. A skirt of flames dances around her at dusk.                    We stand with our hands hanging at our sides, while she burns                    like a sack of dry ice. She burns like oil on water. She burns like a cattail torch dipped in gasoline. She glows like the fat tip of a banker's cigar,                    silent as quicksilver. A tiger under a rainbow                    at nightfall. She burns like a shot glass of vodka. She burns like a field of poppies at the edge of a rain forest. She rises like dragonsmoke                    to my nostrils. She burns like a burning bush driven by a godawful wind.