VINTAGE LOVERS AND THE TOUCHES OF LOVE
Yesterday morning I felt so sad
lying in bed with you without moving.
I wanted to touch you where you
may not want me to touch you.
I also wanted you to touch me
wherever you wanted to,
but was too shy to ask. My wanting intimacy
may sometimes be stronger than yours—
What stops me from reaching out to you?
Perhaps I fear being too old and not up to snuff?
But, soon we will be gone and the dead
can no longer touch. Let’s touch as much
as we can, for as long as we can.
Let’s bury ourselves alive in the touches of love.