Still Men – Poem #31 – From the Archives

They looked up and saw her
 a body electric
fashioned by Eros
coming through the door

tall, with a perfectly turned ankle
worthy in itself of worship
limbs formed by the gods
a sculptor’s deft touch to hip and breast.

The body in age has memory;
hands and skin still feel in the night
as in dreams she comes to take you
and lingers awhile.

The body remembers
the trembling of hands and limbs
and for a time
is young again.

And as she passed the table of old men
she saw in their eyes a different look;
not so much desire glowing,
though there was still a hint of that

but gratitude for reminding them
that they could still feel and want and love,
assuring them that they were, after all the years,
still men.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to Still Men – Poem #31 – From the Archives

  1. beetleypete says:

    Good to read this again. Helps to remind me too! 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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