A word to old lovers...

At the end of the day,
come back around
by that sharing place,
where you sit often close
with that blessed one close
always to heart, where
you pass the bread
hand to gentle hand,
and pour some wine
for a glass not yours;
Gather up your love
one last before you go,
and spill it between
you two who are left;
Tell one final story
to incite a wild dream,
and conspire in a kiss
before you hide away
in your bed to explore
whatever unaccustomed
notions it might inspire.

Henry's books.


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