These days I offer you
spindly legs, blotched skin
and a belly that pops out
like a little balloon
every time I eat a meal
You offer me love handles
and a sprouting of white whiskers
Yet even as with age
our physiques decline, our love
grows ever more vigorous
Yours is the only body
I can hold at night and know
there is always a purpose
for the day. Only the touch
of your skin brings serenity
to my sleep, promises refuge
no matter what new challenges
might arise with the sun. Only
the warm wafting of your breath
into the shared air of our night
brings reverie to my dreams
copyright 2012, Philip D. Luing
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