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!"