darkgoldsilversmiles

the old man lay in the dark with
his lady beside him;
he recalled
darkgoldsilversmiles,
memories and now,
wanting to touch her;
not wishing to wake her,
for her sleep had become
a precious commodity,
he refrained
recalling
darkgoldsilversmiles:
how he would move next to her
in earlier times,
flesh to flesh, bodies entwined
in the selfsame dark
where they lay this night,
the old man stared at the ceiling
recalling the first time he saw her:
the beauty of her silhouette
from light streaming through
the window behind her
followed by
flirting, testing the waters,
searching for  real,
conviviality,
followed by
passion,
love in the afternoon,
evening,
morning,
followed by
the union of two souls
always touching
flesh to flesh
in the night;
now,
he resisted her control
which he recognized, admitted
he needed;
so love had evolved
from
meetingsearchingfindingtouchingpassionneeding,
darkgoldsilversmiles,
all of them collected there
in the dark with the old man and his lady beside him
while he would never forget,
still yearned to
touch, flesh to flesh
in the night.

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