May 27, 2010
The Strong, Silent Type (BTP #4)
It starts with just a simple glance,
a sideways tilt; his cheshire grin.
One eyebrow raised in beckoning,
his rumbling laugh
from deep within.
Then I may glimpse within his stare,
a magic mirror where I can
now see myself as he still does,
young, taut, un-scarred
by all the years.
That starts this old and tired heart,
to fire once again like new,
and feel a warm, soft moistening,
like custard melts
in summer’s sun.
His quietude in which I’ve lived,
through decades past and still to come,
now broken by one simple line,
a finger crooked,
and rasped, “come on”.
.(We've been together since 1972...)