Sometimes the most glorious loving is accomplished but those who have lived...long...together
Largo Appassionato
They were no longer young
Muscles softened
Skin creped bodies once
toned now slackened
Eyes loving the other
Hair white and in disarray
They stood unclothed
In each others arms
Gently without tension
The pose familiar
In tenderness and
Ease of memory
From long decades
Of need and joy
They moved in sinuous
Metronomic fashion
Swaying effortlessly
the first movement
in a long remembered
symphony
The tempo
Largo appassionato
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2023-01-19 at 13:26
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