come, lover, let us love
as when first we loved,
with excitement,
commitment and
desire.
no longer, perhaps, with youthful ardor
but with the fire of long loving and
passion the get of passions past.
touch me
feel me
fear not to touch this aging body
that yearns for your touch
no less today
than when first we met
busy are we
with mundane things
important in
themselves
but threatening
to come between us.
too long have we drifted,
content, complacent
in our habitual commitment.
too long have we allowed
our mudane bickering
to assume the role
of real words between us.
Tender and true these verses of yours are, John. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 4, 2004
This reminds me of what an ex-boyfriend's father once told me, that when you get married you should remember all the reasons you fell in love with the person, and I think that is good advice, as is your poem- great job!
ROFL, That Ed, what a man! (regarding his "drag her to your cave" comment)
Oh, for a million men to speak the words you've written in this poem. Take a bow!
You are truly an old softie, John, and don't ask for this, take her, get your club out and knock her over the head and drag her to your cave...good to hear from you here, glad I stopped & Peace, Ed & rufuz
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Oh, for a million men to speak the words you've written in this poem. Take a bow!
Love Tinka