You are a beautiful man.
You have been known to
Make me sing in intimate
Pleasure. Age has bent us;
It gnarls our bones and it
Bends our backs so there
Isn't a straight line in our
Bodies and the songs we
Knew in the night are just
Memories. Memories we
Treasure. Memories we
Cherish just as we cherish
Each other long after our
Power is sapped and our
Memory fades and we are
Turned crooked by time's
Relentless passage, aged
Into a new, an unfamiliar
Beauty. I still sing for you
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Tamara, really 