He Ages

by Philip F. Clark

The face will fall and

the body weaken, slough,

soften, ease into its age

against all our refusals.

What matters is acceptance:

the feel of bone, of surges

in the blood; sex is still alert,

but only watches from the slow

eye of once, of then.

The eloquence of a body

at rest; no, not rest - an encumbrance -

until some touch stills him human,

surprised; reminded that 

love is when the body goes away.