There are still places
where you can get lost.
A couple, for example,
making love for the first time,
falling into each other,
falling like autumn leaves.
They are brave and
believe in adventure
and footsteps
heading their way.
In the morning, nerves are strained;
they adjust to swimming
in uncertainty.
They try out new voices
to recall what happened:
Speak to me, he says.
She speaks the language of love
with her wetness and urge.
The wonder of two
enfolding each other,
becoming one.
They close their eyes
to know the leaves that
brush across their faces.

  ~mce