In this, the passion of our embrace,
Stir embers of a fire lit long ago
When trembling we did touch and light apace,
And nothing in the moon or stars said ‘slow’.
Now Time’s hand has drifted off the hour,
Now, Love’s course has filled out in the run,
We – older – muse gentler in the bower,
And contemplate on what is, what is done.
Sweet! To dream and laugh and chase across the day,
Sweet! To live out our lives and easy be -
The bedroom’s muse is more than our bed-play,
Where two the better better see.
For we have made a life and that life lives,
The best to be ourselves, each takes, each gives.
July 00
S*x when we get older is just as much about talking and laughing and remembering and sharing as anything else…
