Twenty-third Anniversary

Twenty-three years with the same love?

But you’re still new to me!

Ah, but some things about us are not new like the
rustling of sheets and quiet shaking in your breath that
signals your shy invitation, known and understood
without the need for words.

Another known is the sheen across
your body from a soft nightlight.
The silver shining shows your legs spread
with eyes cast down across your curving topography.

I place my head on the thick of your thigh and
listen for your heart echoing the length of your body.
My eyes gaze at the furry portal where the lives of two lovely daughters
had their beginnings and another life grows now.

Savoring each inch, I move through our shared fragrance
toward your salty pool that promises love for all days remaining.
When my lips kiss that familiar portal, I flush euphoric
in anticipation of your hands' tender stroking.

As my righteous lust rains over you, I feel the burn of sadness at the thought of your ending. How could anything so beautiful live and then cease to live?
Your eyes say you know my thoughts as you glance down and smile at new life growing beneath the blessings of our shared desires.