Do you remember the time when our lovelust
was so strong we lost
sleep and sense
to be together as god and goddess?
When I was the most
Erudite
Beautful
Sensual
goddess that you had ever known?
I was that-
The goddess was roaring in my bones and my skin
Shimmering
Golden and gorgeous
I was
You were
something
Other
Now,
the grey hair on us both
glistens in the Spring sun
and the lines
and softness
speak of years of care:
children
pain
money
miles
The lost sleep
is because the child wants cuddles
or the middlest
needs reassurances that no
goddess or Mother
can think a way through
Now
We are covered with sawdust and grass blades
and we smell of
springtime bloom,
not sex and joyous love
but jam sandwiches and
uneaten dinners
Love me
And I love you
We are still here
The goddess has not let me go
She roars in my bones and shimmers on my skin
Look into my eyes and see
Her
I see him in You
Nwyfre 