I was jogging and he rode his bicycle beside me
Giggling, gabbing along
Laughing at our joint silly comments
He pointed out new views on my old back street jogging course
Seven years he had worked on an excellent poem
When I run off a poor poem per day.
Parents, backgrounds, old marriage pages from our already
written books of life
He noted my favorite word was four letters, beginning with "F"
FREE
Home together we sat watching the short shaving of the moon
become more defined
In its ride up the clouds
A star poked itself out
His touch on my shoulders was the gentleness of my fantasies
He called me exquisite inside and out
And I have never been more happy with both myself and a man.
© Copyright joan joesting 1978
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