clutching the nightgown bodice,
I approached you with a young bride's trepidation,
fearing to reveal what years had taken away.
your eyes flickered the tenderness,
showing you recognized no difference,
and banked passions, long dormant, arose.
tutored by years of moderation
and satisfaction with less
orchestrated a tender sharing.
drawn to you
who found places I thought forgot years ago,
a warmth not felt for decades.
your love and boldness,
I, too, grew bold, allowing desire
to surface, rising to meet yours.
with new lovers,
eyes, nose, and mouth were blessed
did I feel my years disappear,
I saw you also grow younger
until, trust reestablished, we found release in one another.