Like a infant I feel your nurturing touch and understanding patience.
As a child I rest in the comfort of your warm and soothing embrace.
You awaken the adventurous heart of the boy I once was, as I see the world new in you.
I stir with pubescent passion at the sight of your sensual loveliness.
You lift me to the challenge of life once again with the vigor of my primal manhood.
In the maturity of love I carefully weigh the balance of the choices that unite us.

You carry me to understanding that my age does not comprehend;
And I feel you as the child I have been,
The youth I wish I’d been,
The tiger I thought I was,
The man I have become,
And the old husband who will wisely grow old

feeling your presence.

©1998 Michael S. Davis