We keep each other warm
Bound together by the rich loam
Of collective memory

Libidinal heat still radiates
Touches that could melt a glacier
Glow red with warmth from a setting sun

With tender words and no apology
Refugees of aging examine
The geology of bodies gone awry

Old age is skating over thin ice
Marinated souls move
In slow synchrony

When remaining days are few
They climb over dusty books
And read to each other

Worn out bodies bend, break, and fall apart
These are the cracks
That let the light shine through