As I Age
As I Age
not in a frenzied race,
but a quiet aligning
of spirits
for as long as it takes
until we dissolve
into one
and we don't know
if it has been all day
or two days.
When i kiss your eyes
I kiss my eyes.
When I stroke your breasts
I stroke the Goddess' breasts,
and she is pleased.
There is nothing I have
that I can give you,
for it is already yours.
Yet with your touch
you give me stars
and comets to ride
through the cosmos
on a wave that
brings me back to you.
© 2007 Deborah Bolle
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