While Our Lips are Still Red
A poem documenting the third climb to Mt. Batur, an active volcano located in Kintamani, Bangli, Bali, Indonesia. It is a subsequent mountain from a cataclysmic prehistoric eruption (about 28,500 years ago) of a volcano, creating the current mountain and the largest lake in Bali.
Here I stood high
Waiting for the withering dawn
On top of a mountain
Where the journey just began
Starting with green pine forests
Then passing reddish mountain rocks covered with lava
And the sand track later that would frustrate your steps
Before seeing Edelweiss dance in every corner of your eyes
Later at the hot spring down below
I’d wash your toes;
I’d warm your feet
So we could kiss while our lips are still red
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