Timeless
In the Crook of Your ArmThere is peace.
No anger.
No fear.
No worry.
The beating of your heart,
slow and steady,
comforts me -
reminds me life is short,
and joy, fleeting.
In the Entwining of Our Fingers
There is hope.
Unity.
Safety.
Sanctuary.
The touch of your hand,
skin soft, nails smooth,
calms me -
reminds me I am just one,
but never alone.
In the Touch of Your Lips
There is life.
Passion.
Pleasure.
Purpose.
The kiss of your lips,
your breath mingling with mine,
excites me -
reminds me that though we are older,
there is still so much to cherish.
And in all these small moments,
I remember: loving never grows old.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-08-03 at 18:32
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