Good Ol' New

Good Ol’ New

That was then,

When we were brand new,

Fumbling through,

Learning how to touch,

Where to touch,

Counting all those touches

Like notches on  

Our own bedposts,

Alighting slumber as  

Interference.

That was then,

When we were newish,

Whispering through,

Learning how to kiss,

Where to kiss,

Tender and sensual,

Foreheads, necks, calves,

Cheeks and bare chests,

Back-smalls, eyelids, and lips,

And in betweens.

That was then,

When we were less new,

Enjoining through,

Learning how to come,

When to come,

Sometimes impatiently,

Instant-beckoned,

Dropping all things,

Rushing sideward when called,

On feint demand.

That was then,

When we weren’t so new,

Tenderly  through,

Still learning to love,

When to love:

Boldly, feverishly,

Every new chance,

Near or distanced,

Calm yet relentlessly,

Imperfectly.

That was then

This is good ol’ new,

Ongoing through,

Learning to make new,

To make due,

Pleasure and principle,

Buddy and Pal,

Familiarly,

As best friends forever,

Co-relying.

That was then

This is six years new,

Powering through,

Still learning like new.

Making home,

Making our memories,

Making future,

Making our now:

Our future together

Every now new:

Each New now.


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