I remember waking up beside you for the first time

opening my eyes to the first light of dawn

and through the open window Sentinel Mountain stood against a sapphire sky

and you and I lay together on my futon mattress

on the floor of my wood-paneled bedroom

in a mobile home in Pass Creek, British Columbia

my naked body curled around yours while you slept

the spring breeze wafting in over our bodies

the smell of something earthy and promising.

I remember waking up from a dream, a waking dream

my senses stirring and my body coming alive to something—

something that finally made sense.

This is what it feels like

to love a woman.