WHEN I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU

You were as ripe as a peach blossom
and now, after 63 years together
you have matured into an elegant spirit
with overflowing tenderness
that has always lived in an older time.
I’ll still tease you and please you
and leave you shuddering for a breath
as we sleep the sleep of new-born babes
garbed in love’s majestic hand-me-downs.
Our lips become wings, and fly us up
to God’s sun-filled attic. The scent of hyacinths,
the flowers of rain, wafts through the window,
blanketing us in savored memories,
like the time you tossed your long brown hair
over my eager private parts.
God smiles, locks the door, and throws away the key.