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


A benediction of the unity of two souls

I Surrender to the sage and we move as one…