Her back displays a constellation, stars to navigate by.

As I grip on the controls so perfectly curved for my uncalloused hands,
   the undulation of her spine and the curve of her neck navigate our motion.

We travel together.

We bend space and time folding it for ourselves alone.

Her head turns. Her voice calls.  Her eyes open to encourage me.  I, in turn, respond.

The constellation, centered on her vertebrae, charts our course still.