After 80
She does not come, he spend;
Spirit to flesh must bend
With age that does not mend.
Yet still they share the urge,
Each feels a nascent urge
That age has failed to purge.
So longingly they kiss,
Tongue to tongue, lips to lips,
In agéd loving bliss.
Copyright © Hilary Barnes | Year Posted 2017
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