This poem was recently revised and due to formatting problems has been re-posted out of chronological order.

With Her Eyes Closed

May 23 2009

A woman of a certain age

is grateful to feel wanted,

long after she thought

her time had passed.

And to be the object of desire

thrills her.

The age, of course, is immaterial

and a gentleman never asks.

They make love

undercover

with her socks on,

thick sturdy wool ones

knee-high hose.

Unselfconscious, unlike the young.

She kisses with her eyes closed,

transported back to old affairs

abandoned lovers

absent men,

and the only one

she wishes never left.

But she is comforted by this embrace,

his body as warm, familiar

as the garden she loves to tend.

Which she could navigate blind-folded

- up the garden path, along the rows,

her hands finding him

her fingers entwined with his.

Insatiable as spring

immersed in warm moist earth.

When she kneels on freshly turned soil

breathing in

its pungent scent.