Aging Aubade (edit 1, billy)

[tectak]

Young lovers stay in bed til noon,
the morning used to heal the night
spent eye to eye or in a spoon
each touch and glance a hot delight,
no thought to sleep, flesh firm and bright
responsive to each stroke and whim.
But old folk wake at warning light,
conveniently our sight still dim.
We kiss before dawn's song is sung,
and with our morning wash each day
we pluck the errant hair that sprung
up as we snored the night away.
So one last squeeze this early morn
before we put our glasses on.







To quote Ray: Free-Ranging Venerated, Creative Responses Deified.
As always, all critique welcomed.

Ella....first class. Veracity-verse suits you.No nits in this.As far as I can see.