Sometimes the most glorious loving is accomplished but those who have lived...long...together

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They were no longer young

Muscles softened

Skin creped bodies once

toned now slackened

Eyes loving the other

Hair white and in disarray

They stood unclothed

In each others arms

Gently without tension

The pose familiar

In  tenderness and

Ease of memory 

From long decades

Of need and joy

They moved in sinuous

Metronomic fashion

Swaying effortlessly

the first movement

in a long remembered


The tempo 

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Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-19 at 13:26

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, This reminds me of we.
(Carol and me). Not quite in our dotage year's.
Regards Alan.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You were kind in your description of ageing: My guess is individually they would not be so kind as to just think they have 'creped' bodies I know that I don't. But apart from that I'd like to think you might have describe my dear wife and I. :)
Blessings, Allen

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
This spoke to me, the couple not young in age, but forever young in love. Bravo!