Poem: Decline

We slip out under
cold grey slate skies
walking through rain
sharing our selves
by recounting
random stories
surprised how quick
time had wrinkled
our memories
and our bodies.

rain soaked we crossed
crumbling old bridges
watching water
flowing fast past
leaping leaving
us forgotten
on ancient rocks
we had seen shaped.

In our hotel
we warmed ourselves
shared hot shower
of younger days
when we enhanced
the raw wet steam
with naked heat.

We are now talk
and wry wistful
we drift asleep
in separate beds
filled with longing
and contentment.


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