When all is well:
love lasts, adventure winks, and flesh is wrinkle-free —
no one thinks of hell.
Hands touch and lips express,
untortured by death;
the sun and moon do bless.
Yellow tennis balls in motion.
Muscles on court, in sea —
Sunset and sunrise by the ocean.
The morning news and puzzles shared.
Just the sight, scent and glory of his wife.
Warm coffee...
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