National Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge, Poem #22

For Gracie, long since crossed the blue-white horizon

There was a view of Toledo
  which hung over your bed when we,
  on the first night- once we burrowed
  into that sweet lazy content,
  white cloud drift only allowed on
  nights of first kisses, legs tangled
  beneath blankets like gunpowder,
  arms curled soft at the tender crux
  of a neck, each settled like stones-

on the first night we lay and looked
  finding the angles of Toledo
  as new as us, its horizon
  as limitless, as beckoning.