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©B. A. Luceigh, October 2014

A body in youth
pleasured by satiated lust
assumed it to be proof
of abiding love.

Passing time revealed otherwise.

A body in maturity
pleasured in tender forms,
abiding love, assumptions unneeded,
expressed with intimacy:
a silent gaze remaining
a moment longer than expectation,
a hand splayed
gently caressing a layer of air
above the other’s cheek,
two fingertips touching motionless
amidst a sweet memory,
lips lingering at a warm corner
of the other’s smile,
and each holding the other’s heart
as it proclaims,
“I am blessed by this sharing,
beloved one.”