‘middle-aged presence’,
deliberately not averting
my feasting eyes as I
gently but firmly place
my hands on the top
of your shoulders.
I draw you to me slowly
and when your face is close
I kiss your lovely lips very lightly,
almost imperceptibly, and
I linger until I feel your response.
As I become aware of your lips
opening ever so slightly
to welcome me with
that delicious glistening
of moisture, I taste you
and know I will never tire
of this and I will never
have enough.
Yet I also understand
all there is to understand.
And the reality itself.
During that time,
when the earth seems
to have stopped rotating,
when inhibitions
have gone away,
my thoughts are NOT
on world events
or on other trifling things:
I was waiting for it,
this hug of hugs.
And now, will you please
ALL go away
and leave us alone.