Love at 59
i wanted to drink in your potency,
a measure of heat
blazing in subcutaneous tissue,
a swelling in my abdominal wall
finding its way toward you
in the exotic blend of cacophonous snorts and grunts
that comprise
the symphony of our nighttime environs--
a denouement of love
that stops short of tales told
of princes and dewy cheeks and such.
It is enough now
that you take the time
to cook dinner
as i fall into this poem,
a glass of wine and your scent
filling the bed
like a mosquito net of love.
Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015