OLD LOVERS
Old lovers sleep in double beds.
They do not need much space to sleep.
With curve of arms and bend of legs
They shape themselves for dreaming deep.
Old lovers feel each other’s breath
As ships in harbor feel the tide,
A subtle current underneath
That pulls them to each other’s side.
Old lovers know each other’s touch.
Even in sleep the warmth is there.
Lifting the mind’s unconscious latch,
Bridging the intervening air.
Old lovers wake in double beds,
Narrow, but still with room for two.
They kiss with gray but breathing heads,
Ready to see the white hairs through.
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