An Old Man Who Loved Fervently

The odor of this old man brought back decades of accumulated images his woman cherished she recalled a proud young man standing naked ready to prove his manly worth but in this moment flickering memories swam in her brow recognizing the years had betrayed the old man’s youth and the glory that was dissipated cell by cell fulfilling the curse of time’s cruel gift We only get a finite number of years and all that is left is the truth that was, the truth that is, and the truth that can’t be changed In times of joyful exchanges she remembered his smile demure, his aching body sure his penetrating eyes pure ready to turn her love into a moaning wail of bliss His body odors spoke to nights when long ago she quelled his need his squirming tongue excelled to reach parts of her soul She whispered, "slow down" to create lasting memories of ecstasy and she felt his thrusting love oh, how he loved her That evening laying her softly on their bed not one word was spoken she looked upon his weathered wrinkled face closed her eyes and held him tightly To feel sublime delight in smelling the odor of this old man recalling the night she dreamt of his epitaph that simply read “I loved her and she loved me” she wept Wistful segments of images quickly came together of this kind and gentle old man who passed away in his sleep secure in her arms that night.