I turned eighty this year, something of a surprise. But I bring good news for those heading in that direction: It's every bit as much fun falling in love at eighty as it was at seventeen.
Choices
Morning is when I love you most, I think…
When my eyes first open and thoughts of you bring warmth.
I pull you close…to savor the bed-warm caress of skin-on-skin.
What could improve on that?
But at noon there’s laughter in your eyes that pleases, as we share repast.
Stolen kisses, and hands in glancing touch punctuate conversation.
The taste of mustard and kisses intermingle.
Could I improve on that?
Afternoon walks with a hand on my arm, your voice caressing.
Incidental affection, shared, brightens the day.
Unexpected adventures, and familiar sights.
Could anything improve on that?
Evening and conversation, storytelling, and kisses.
Precious time, sharing comfort and cuddling.
A day closes. Memory records. Bedtime beckons.
Who could improve on that?
When I read this poem, I felt like I was looking through a couple's life together in flashes. The last sentence, "Who would want to?" ties it together, like the man is looking at his wife for the last time after spending his whole life together and smiling. It paints a beautiful scene. Well done.
I think when life is stripped down to the simplicities, we really grow to appreciate those things that matter most. This poems speaks of that, and who wouldn't want to experience it? Truly, nothing else matters.
When I first read this, I had the feeling that I'd read it before, but I was wrong.
I know because if something I read is so horrible that I can't get through it, I don't say anything in the comment section, but if it's readable, I always leave at least a short comment.
I think that when one reads something and thinks, "I know this piece!"--even though they have never read it--it means that the writing in question is...good, at least.
I particularly liked this bit:
hands in glancing touch punctuate conversation.
I like the phrase 'in glancing touch'. It feels good in my head. I can't explain. Sometimes I'm like that. Anyroad, I was impressed with it, so I am telling you.
I am there, seeing and hearing those two lovers...it almost embarrasses me, for what is happening, although not sexual at all, carries much sexual tension, escalating slowly...until it is, at last, bedtime.
Blushing then, I turn away.
Very well done.
hay jay. We all make choices, we all have to live with them. But you dont need to live with are bad choses i have removed the posts from the trolls. your worth more then the comments that were posted . your worth all the good choices in the world. don't worry about the trolls they are dead i am here.(Micky)
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