The Wellspring
Remember our first time?
Our bodies were still so unfamiliar
an inadvertent tickle,
a collision of elbows,
a foot falling asleep
I recall that we laughed
at our clumsiness
as much as we attempted
the want of it all
Every time we would start over,
I could not restrain that dumb look that
would incite
another
giggle!
So exhilarating the sight of you
holding your hands upon your naked belly
as you would fight for breath
between the jubilant howls and happy tears
It felt unbelievably free
to let that easy breeze waft
under our laps and
between
our toes
We have since refined our finest art
with the deft fluency of
our lovers' affinity
In our time, you have shown me
so much
How it feels to feel reckless
abandon, to touch
lips to
risen skin, to
come with
another...
But on that first night, I believe
we were not yet making love,
but
rather, experimenting with the wellspring
of its evolution