90 year old man- hard, bent over.
Swooping cowboy hat- breath smells like sickness
Knife edge crease in jeans- plaid shirt -aroma of oldness
He pulls me close- brim of hat tipping, touching my face
Steps sure and rhythmic – not wanting to let go of the warmth of a young body
The pleasure of closeness
Gnarled hands strong in their embrace – a desperate longing- the resistance to releasing
A flash of youth in rheumy eyes
Old engine still purrs to life
Memories
A benediction of the unity of two souls
I Surrender to the sage and we move as one…
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