It was a tight spot to be in
& lovely
lifting her up
to a better place.
You should have
seen my happy face,
traces of her were on it.

There was no mistaking
my position,
somewhere
in between never never land
& the heaving twin peaks.

I gazed up toward the light,
nestled in a pretty flower,
listening to my hearty appetite
becoming wetter
with sighs & screams.

What a dreamy state
of being in love
there with her,
right next to the shifter,
where the German engineers
thought it should be,
out of the way,
so lovers would have
a sweet spot to play.