OLDER LOVE

OLDER LOVE

for Paul

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 2001



Come to me in the moonlit night,

your strong, warm hands

touch me,

caressing,

holding me right.

No longer young,

our energy not what it was,

we make up for it in sure, slow love.

Each day, love growing stronger, surer,

more intense,

with less pretense,

than when we were younger.

We know each other's bodies,

trust them,

see the scars and find them



somehow soothing,



comforting,



with a shared history that they reveal.

The only thing we'd change,

given a magic wand,

would be to have met sooner,

giving ourselves more time

to love

touch

hold

kiss......

So, come to me in the moonlit night......



This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.