Never say never.

With the sexy sixties all the rage here is a poem of rediscovery. 

Discarded like an old dry leaf, I lay.

Knowing my limitations.


Time had stolen my youth,

Age tweaked at my bones.


More desirable women had tempted away

My lover.


Then we met.

A casual encounter.


I put up no resistance for that would indicate

An expectation beyond my worth.


I lived in the moment.

As one moment followed another.


Through your eyes I saw myself anew

Through your touch I felt myself awaken


Your fingertips sculptured my body

 into desirable shapes.

Curves and undulations became wildly seductive

As your appreciative hand traced long forgotten contours.


I saw the reflection of my beauty

 in your beholder’s eye. 

It is not too late.