I’d like to lie beside you,
so we’d be face to face.
Then we could at last enjoy
A sweet visual embrace.
Eye to eye,
I look at you.
Beloved face is
in my view.
Then I take my fingers
way across your brow;
my fingers linger on your lips-
somewhere,somehow.
.
I trace these dear lines of old age
which wander round your eyes.
I run my fingers down your nose.
My touch is satisfied.
I’d like to trace your smiling lips.
Rhat look so fine and strong.
With my own pink finger tips.
Would you think me wrong?
Your tender arms enclose me
And I hug your shoulders now.
I’ll rub you down with fragrant cream
From your toes up to your brow.
I’d like to boil your hankies
In an ancient pan
On a big coal fire..
Though the coal fires are long gone.
I’d like to rest my head
Upon your bony chest
I’ll test your antiperspirant
And the whiteness of your vest.
I’ll treat you very tenderly
and keep you free of dirt
For as they used to say one time:
Oh,how real loving hurts!