1)
Marathon Woman–
composing and discarding
transient poems
2)
Eight Hours Ago
Slid my wide backside
against your narrow front
and settled into bed
Like you have thousands of nights before
you drape your arm over me,
your work-roughened hand flat
against my belly
Lying here, skin to skin
I forget that I’m old
The everyday tenderness of this is lovely. And it’s a perfect ode to older love ~