Patiently waited,
Pleasantly sated,
A single action makes
The mind almost melt
Even at the thought of it
So simple, gravity fueled
Simply sliding down-
So doing, in repeated fashion
Generates awesome power
Which rises up, along
Resting on the shoulders
Until, drawn from the whole
This concentration overloads
Dumping itself like water
From the pail, reformed
The bursting of energy
In conduit of flesh
It is the moment when
Beneath long flowing hair
Holding the arc of her frame
Which now falls away from me
The strength of my arms
Is concerned instead
Not to be firmly pressed against
But all, simply to keep her near
Lest she might fall away
For what strength has she left
Of her own, but mine?