The *** is simple. Though there’s pattern, never boring. Feeling new, e’en better every time. How can that be? The years have passed the ‘sell by’ date, And one knows couples who Are either bored to death or hate The touch, approach, Who ****** Just to escape the loathing (even some who wear their clothing into bed).
But with us, we focus. Simple, the affection real, Start so gradual It’s hardly recognizable as such. As for the finish, Since there never was a start, It sometimes has no end, Just petering from aged tiredness With never a dissatisfaction, Life and day continuing In the most natural of ways.
The Making of Perfect Love 5.9.2017 Circling Round Eros II; Pure Nakedness, Circling Round Aging; Love Relationships II; Arlene Corwin
I like it. Nice poem. I'm even kind of moved as I read it over.