silken

nearly transparent
and glistening
in its faded beauty

skin
aged

no remark on your intelligence
or worth you see
you’re just
well
old
and your stamen is
bent
and your pollen is
shedding
and we can’t have
that
can we?

but i see
you shine
like silk
and your voice
purrs
an octave
lower
and your eyes
glisten with such
life
and your heart
quickens with such
knowing
and your passion
deepens with such
certainty
and your touch
need no coaching
and you don’t mind my
asking
and you don’t mind my
questions
and your laughter
comes unbidden
and unexpected
and unforced
and genuine
and
you
are
so
fucking
real
and
i
love
you
so