With Feeling
We drink wine and
listen to 50s and 60s CDs.
We talk and dissolve
in laughter over nothing.
We refill our wine, dance
barefoot in the kitchen
and hold each other close.
We kiss. It’s tentative,
tender, questioning at first,
but it grows on us
and we get lost in it.
Who ever knew one
could feel this way at 94?
Sweeter now in the
passing of time than
in the heat of youth,
and more breath-taking
than could be imagined.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment