Fears of Falling - Daughter's Poem

The silhouette of him grew, a time-lapsed flower blooming.    
Its dark shape scared me, but my curious eyes drew me down.  
As it grew, it became beautiful.    
   
Licking long against him,    
I felt his firm smoothness and tasted his heat.    
   
I remembered him watching me on    
playground at our school.    
I feared falling, but when I did, he lifted me,  
and we laughed.    
   
Our lives were small and contained back then.    
Ten years later, I would fall again in a    
wondrous letting go that expanded the    
edges of our world.    
   
Now I have no fears of falling.