Meeting up with friends from long ago and we are much changed. He much changed in shape with the same recognisable voice and me with the same shape but with no voice.
Time has wrought
Its changes
Though the heart
Rails against it
Yet still within
This softened flesh
The soul's flame
Flickers not quite out
Still we can feel
The reach of fingers
That might put our
Memory into doubt
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The silken peach bloom
Of your breast
The creamy softness
Of your evening dress
On your breath
A hint of spice
A taste of nectar
Sweet delight
Never paused to savour
In that carefree past
What we always knew
Could never last.
Gathering rose buds
With no thought of thorns
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