The Haircut

he sits
she cuts
hair once dark
like nights 
of passion shared
now white 
with streaks
and still she cuts
remembering
this once bold man
strong and full of challenge
mighty shoulders
arms that lifted her with ease
squeezed her breathless
brought her to her knees
with love
now flaccid weak 
balding gray 
this man she loves
so dearly 
fades away 
through her tears
she cuts 
remembering 
his loving touch 
with hands
firm and smooth 
marked with veins 
that pumped
his hearts longing
through his body
to her loins
and now 
a morning kiss
a peck goodnight
what love remains
she cuts.

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