The scent of a woman, a gentle sigh,
The pinkish white flesh of an exposed thigh,
The silk of the hair, the velvet of skin,
The precious moment when kissing begin,
The glint in the eyes, the taste of the lips,
Foretaste of rapture in the arched up hips,
Heavy breathing… and the silence after…
Dissolving in the waking up laughter,
Realising what a nice dream I had…
That I am getting old but not quite dead…
…And my Zimmer frame, standing by my bed…
© P. J. Oszmann (2003)
© Illustration created in Photoshop (2005)
Footnote:
For those not familiar with the term:
Zimmer Frame is an aid for people with walking difficulties.
(In the illustration the old man is holding onto one!)
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