Exploration

    
After touching me softly she leaned back in disgust and
  With a stinging look she stifled all signs
    Of the joy, of the ecstasy that wasn’t so wild
      Minutes ago; it forged cold blue in mind.

Saddling she mounted my horse-back of a torso
  A cosmetic brush crimsoned her face
    I could tell she was blushing, and I didn’t know why
      Such a situation was not new to me! 

A new mother, frustrated, her new son, screaming
	In pain that, of course, only God knows:
	“Mommy! Please get the grape out of my nose!"