Damselflies

(From a prompt in the GotPoetry Live reading series Facebook group)

My favorite loving 
to watch
is that of damselflies,

him arcing abdomen back
to clutch her, her looping 
abdomen forward to seize him;

lighting for hours
on the edge of marsh grass,
then breaking free of the spell

to fly off separately,
not to meet again,
everything fulfilled there.

I could look up formal
names, describe this in 
minute words, kill it as biology lesson,

treatise on the aerodynamics
of mating, essay on metaphorical
images to be used in romantic poems,

but honestly? Would much rather
lie here in sunlight with you, practicing 
such poses, delighting in the sensation of flight.