the night’s for sleeping, when you’re our age,
but in the morning I’m aware of you,
warm and close beside me.
Hands begin a journey of affection
and lips give kisses as we wake
to our enjoyment of each other.
There’s no agenda for our cuddles.
We might just chat, or then again
we might begin a slow and tender
dance of love that ends, who knows?
perhaps in sweat and satisfaction.
Why else have a double bed,
And closeness to be shared,
in defiance of our ageing bodywork -–
maybe dented and rusty
but still able to take us on a delightful
journey of love!
© MM 4.3.2009