He Ages
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.
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Author's Note
You look in the mirror and what do you see?
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"reminded that
love is when the body goes away."
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Excellent poem.
Thank you, colleagues.
Good rhythms here. Enjoyed the poem.
Well done.
"sex is still alert,
but only watches from the slow
eye of once, of then"
Nice!
Love is when the body goes away.
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Love this. Late to the dance,and all the above commenters have taken the best lines.
Mathew, the best compliment is never late. Thank you.
Ha!: "against all our refusals." Waaay catches looking into that mirror.