To what do I owe
this post-coital felicity,
lying entwined
around and within
my lady,
a Carolina Blue sky
shimmering through the fine lace curtains
draping our bed room bay?

Certainly no exemplary behavior of my own.
No karmic stock of mine could
produce such luxury!

My lover’s lives,
past and present,
perhaps, may accrue more
than the sum of this morning.

But!

Why struggle to parse this miracle?
Rather own it, thankfully.
And doze down into its

steamy rewards.