When we are together
I often remember
A magical evening
Outside of Arlington
Middle of May
In 'Seventy-Three
When you dipped me in cold wine
And parted your soft lips
To warm me again.
Then I came deep inside you
Exploding in ecstasy
As I have never
Since or before.
No matter how often
We have made love
In the years intervening,
That moment of playful
And passionate sharing
Remains the most perfect.
Not simply because
We were making a baby,
But rather because
We were making a memory
To live by forever.