To a Former Lover
Unlike you, I will not renounce
the passion of my youth,
now I am old and the fire burns low....
I do regret my sins, mostly of omission:
failing to tell of love, and sharing of love.
The women I've known could fill a ballroom.
Glad I am I danced with each in turn, yet
I wish I had held her tighter, lifted her higher,
giving joy to get joy....
If only I could love each of my loves again--
playing with her toes, caressing her calves,
sliding my hands along her tense, waiting thighs.
Then kissing the nape of her neck
while bathing in her hair and finally,
finally seeing the smile behind her eyes.
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