The initial title for this poem was “Sure, Sex is Great, but Have You Ever.” Which made me laugh, but maybe lives a bit too much in the current memes for me—and also shifts the timbre of the composition in a direction that isn’t quite where I was going. Current title is a working one, though I think it’s close.

…And that’s enough authorial intent. Here’s a new poem.

Yes And

The time comes. 
But first 
the languor: 
morning poems 
read slowly.

First movement 
after the silence of sleep.
After the deep 
lavender cloud 
that settles even the stars 

holding the coastal hills 
and you 
loose 
cool 
quiet. 

The time comes. 
But first: yes. 
Yes yes yes
oh—
this.