Last night's lovemaking's
now cocooning. Tangled in you
and little girl limbs,
I have tumbled again, farther
than ever. You envelop me,
cupping my breasts. I breathe
the rosemary on her hair
and think god how lucky I am.

People assume I mark time
in words on these pages, but
they are only partly right.
Upon review, I have discovered

a story of you and me,
our tale available to anyone
with an urge to analyze,
for better or for worse.

So maybe I am recording our
narrative, but more, they're
instructions for how to fly.
We make them up as we go.
Clasp me tighter, allow me
to taste your morning breath,
it's time for our ascent.
We are still learning.