When did it come

the darkened hair

the convex chest

once washboard lean?

When did we slow

grow pensive embarrassed

seasoned silent

in our yearnings?

I was too shy

too chaste in youth

to admit

sensuous shutterings

every time you walked in the room

Wasted on HER

how I wondered

over the years

if she knew

upon her announced intent

to steal you

how delicious

you would taste and feel?

Others are gone

we’ve walked apart for years

and now

though our  forms are different

again breathing comingled

amidst space and air

Will I remain stunned

hungry and desirous

but too timid

having retired

from Courage

to reach for you?