As we grow older

As time fades and we grow older

my heart is yet full of love for you

my desire for your touch never ebbs

your skin is as soft and warm

as on that first night we lay together

so many years ago in a long lost age

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I AM

I am no sound 

just a whisper,

a slight breeze

tingling your neck

in the soft kisses

lips meeting

in the twilight.

I am the blade of grass,

sitting among the flowers

stretching out of the ground

towards the noonday sun.

I am but a plain man,

another face in a crowd

indistinct from the others.

I am your lover,

in the secret spaces

of the heart.

I hold you close

as our bodies cling

shutting out the noises

of a world gone mad.