I am alive at the vee of your legs
contemplating your most moist embrace,
marveling at the muscles that mothered
my fatherhood a generation ago.
As your back arches into a bow,
my arms knot and I rise to press sinew
to your nurturing primordial tides,
a creature at the instant of evolution.
Together we ride the arrow and hiss, spent,
into the sea where even tranquility rests.
Our bodies lie slack and calm;
still entwined, we are sated,
each in a private place where
anticipation awaits its own return.
I trace you with a fingertip
and see the ring you gave me
when we were young
catch the light of the late morning sun.