I skied down her forehead,
single finger between her eyes
down her ski jump nose
in the air, borne, flew,
landing in the
welcoming kindness of snow soft *******,
a gold medal sleepy smile
my Olympic reward

so proud of my ability to
say hey good morning to
a new love poem
that comes my way thinking that was so easy, thinking,
well sorta thinking, more imagining,
maybe I should go deep sea diving
in her

haha

7:42am