An Easy Kind of Love
Your presence
is a fluttering in the throb of my pulse.
Our wide-open eyes collide
with a zealous sexual urgency.
Your body heat
swirls beneath my skin
as we wrestle with fierce passions.
We are clasped in the hasp
of a thankful ardor,
saturated and pulled
with pleasure-trussed
stirrings.
That was then;
that was when young people
were not so young.
Now I take my ese
watch songbirds
come to the garden feeder,
count sparrows
as they bathe in a glittering puddle.
There are many paths to arousal,
nowadays I take the slow way,
hold your aging hand
enjoying the love-making
of this year’s youthful squirrels
as they chase each other
in the trembling tee-tops.
The evening arrives gently
ushers us to rest
within those timeless arms
that the well acquainted
always have for each other.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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