Light told the time
the sunset rang the dinner bell.
the living was simple
the living was kind
with flames lapping at logs,
with dogs lapping at the glacier stream,
with heads cozy with each other's company,
with their mittens cozy on their fingers,
they cuddled tight together and
they would stay there together
till her **** sagged
till his beard grew long and grey
till wrinkles replaced pus pimples.
borrowed from the earth:
a body was not hers, let alone his
a body was not his, let alone hers
but they shared them
nourished them from the same cup
used them to climb to the same heights
allowed them to protect the other's
and when the time came
they gave back what they had borrowed
with grace and appreciation