Eating blueberries in bed
and licking the juice 
from each other’s lips.
Your hands roaming
the rolling hills of
my body and
worshipping where
the peak of my hip
flows into the
valley of my waist. 
I have never been
closer to meeting 
God than I was in a 
Ford Ranger’s
passenger seat.
I have never been
closer to meeting
myself than I was
in a converted garage’s
futon bed.
Do you
remember?