TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART

Sexagenarian Love

Waking to your touch
electric eels
massive
healing hands
without a glint
of sexuality
Waking to your smile
whispers sweetly
to my soul
like the first time
so long ago
on our first flight
together
when your arm
brushed against mine
and shook our worlds
out of their solitary
orbits and
sent us to the moon.

Your grey fluffy hair
sparkling silver threads
entices every time
I sniff your fragrance
and inhale the heavens
the warmth
of your cheeks
in our fleeting
embrace
I would it
would last forever
like our love

The smile lines etched
around your sky blues
alter the pulse
the course of my blood
and with each glance
reach for the stars
twinkling inside my head

The wrinkles in your cheeks
and your furrowed brow
pluck at the strings
inside my bosom
for I know the hard times
and worries that
engraved them on your face

On the doorway
to Orpheus
in pillowed embrace
your big hand
holds mine
and makes me
feel safe and loved
and little
as you drift off
leaving me wishing
for morning
to awaken once
more to you
fears tears
so long to wait
till morning

We are old
How did this happen?
and we are in love
more than ever
youthful passion gone
replaced by years of fidelity
affection, quarrels, laughing,
teasing, crying
always sharing, caring
yet attraction still stirs
and the years of together
have sewn our souls to one

Loss is inevitable
and unacceptable
In equal measure
The God I used to find
in nature
I now find in you
And the ecstasis
of gazing at the sky
now rests with the mystery
of you and the layers 
of your personality

You CANNOT leave me
I won’t let you go
If you should leave
if I still breathe
take my breath away
I beg
of you
of God
take me with you
I cannot 
breathe without
your breath
nor see
without your eyes
nor pulse 
without your heart
I cannot
though I did before
I can no longer
I live
for through in
you
and you alone
in forever.

4 responses

  1. Lana Levine

    How beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    May 23, 2021 at 2:33 PM

  2. Thanks so much, Lana. Will write privately because I don’t think you get these messages.

    Like

    May 23, 2021 at 3:00 PM

  3. Wonderful. Thank you for this glimpse into a matured, developed, powerful kind of love, merging with singularity.

    Like

    June 6, 2021 at 1:32 AM

    • Thank you so much, Tiramit! I am deeply grateful for what love in the 60s (and 70s) is, but worry about the loss of that love, however, it may come. Have to work on that– the hardest lesson for me. Thank you for reading.

      Like

      June 6, 2021 at 7:14 PM

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