We Both Just Liked It Poem by James McLain

i just didn't know
but now
we both just like it;
who trained who
it really doesn't matter.
after talking
way back then
we both had questions
both had to ask, like
trajectory, wrist and wind
when we finished
and our satisfaction
being mutual.
it is chilly here outside
i really need to go
and so she follows.
sound it carries
quite a ways
as we look out
down below
as she nuzzles my cold ear
she pulls it out and hefts
it's weight
'dear' she says, i'm aiming
for that windshield
right
down over there.