LOVERS II

Old lovers come back
Back to her
In young smooth bodies

Smelling of deserts
Oceans
And unspent passions

She is a woman
With lusts in her heart

She knows her lovers
It is her art

So she takes their gift
And gives them hers

And so perpetuity

Her body is a map of her life
Upon which lovers find their old road
And give her new

Fortified against life
They move on alone
Wiser

She takes their gift
And gives them hers

And so she waits
And greets them anew

And so she waits
As she always does