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I greet her. She nods, Slowly, Imperiously.

Familiar, yet restrained.

I know her moods as she does mine.

She inclines to my touch.. softly...

We sense the change that is each other.

She is constant, always welcoming,

But with a newness, a freshness, that makes me smile.



Languidly she stretches. I clothe her; make her ready

as she immerses me in our shared liturgy.

And now.... we move.... in perfect time,

Subtle measures, no movement in excess.

A product of long knowing and loving care.

Yet another exploration of who we are; together.



We challenge the other in subtle ways.

With great respect and laughing taunts.

Touching, tentatively the extents of the other.

Delightfully probing the boundaries.



We love publicly. In full view.

But with a veiled arcane intensity.

The sum of endless encounters.

Generations of lovers hopelessly bemused in the other.



A dance without form. We move

Effortlessly, without reserve or care.

The steps not planned; not written.

Time is irrelevant. We exist in suspension;

Learning the dances and yearning for more.

From gentle waltz to passionate tango

We celebrate each other and the day.



Sated now..

We both begin the closing calm.

Slowly I dress her for sleep and quietly leave.

She, with a languid nod, warmed by the joys of the day.

I, clothed in memories of her.