Growing old

My love, we're old now.

The sharp teeth of time have left their scars on our bodies,

but you are still beautiful to me.

My love for you has never diminished.

It's still blooming, though in different colours than 50 years ago.

More vibrant, more subtle.

You used to love me for my blond hair and my blue eyes.

You would wrap your naked body around mine and

suck my juices out, like a Venus Flytrap, a Cobra Lily.

And I in return would be  your hummingbird,

penetrating you deep within,  your innermost sanctum,

like the humminbird comming for the nectar of life, deep within the flower.

You'd take me for every moan and groan that I had,

and I in return would feed off your little cries and your whispers

and as we climaxed together, we'd lie there for a while

holding on to each other, exhausted, naked, sweatty and happy.

I look at you now, with your round glasses and your grandma face,

your greying hair. And you look at me with my deep wrinkles and no hair,

and I think to myself: Nothing really changed. You are still as beautiful as ever.

We walk a little slower, now. Do everything a little slower.

But what we've lost in speed, we've gained in patience...and wisdom.

What we lost in sexual activity, we gained in emotional intimacy.

We no longer need to "talk about it". We both already know what

each other think, what each other like...and how we like it.

Last night, when you fell asleep in your chair, with your book in your lap, I think you were dreaming. I heard you mention our daughter's nickname from when she just a small child, and then you laughed softly. I made you your favourite tea. Then woke you up just as softly as your dreams had come to you. You finished your tea and told me: "I better go to bed now".

I ignored my aching back and went for a walk, camera in hand, down the dark streets, only lit by the yellow'ish glare of the street lamps. I watched the raccoons in the backyard and got a couple of shots of the moon, and then it was goodnight for me, too.

And so the journey goes on and I'm looking forward to spending the next 50 with you. For better or worse. Because nothing's really changed. And I'm looking forward to pushing you around in your wheelchair...on my electric scooter.

Just because...you are still beautiful to me, and and true love never dies. It just changes colour.

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