
Comfort is undersold.
Passion, unlike us,
never gets old.
When age exceeds
the body’s needs
comfort remains
as we enfold
hearts and souls
amidst limbs entwined
whispering I am yours,
and you are mine.

Comfort is undersold.
Passion, unlike us,
never gets old.
When age exceeds
the body’s needs
comfort remains
as we enfold
hearts and souls
amidst limbs entwined
whispering I am yours,
and you are mine.
Filed under POETRY