How to tell my girlfriend the night we pulled over to sleep in my car for a few hours on the side of the road on the dirt atop the cliffs of Big Sur but between a guard rail and wedged in by huge safety rocks secure enough under the raining stars and in each other's arms that the way we made love I was welcome to anything the universe wanted to make of us
How our date that night at Esalen was nude in body nude in heart
How to tell her I've never been so blissfully nude with someone and electrified all at once
How to tell her as we make our home over and over every day in a shoebox of an apartment that expands and contracts in size with love and space and all the terribly nice words that leave our mouths in whispers, mock yells, moans, and sing song dream noises halfway between sleep and being wide awake
