I Have Found A New Lover

I have found a new lover; it is she as one growing old.  Her wrinkles and sinking spots and skin laid long to gravity, the translucent nature of her eyes now bright with heavy aged wisdom.  The soft hands, larger now with arthritis, giving space for more of the warmth they share with me as she carefully folds them in mine, stiffly made, now with loving effort.  We fit well together, age has tightened our joints and polished our solid surfaces for so long that the balm has seeped into the marrow of the other’s heart.  I like her better old, a shared history of the weight of our time together now makes her the only lover that can excite me, the utter constant of being in love like a divine spell.  I can remember the smooth tight skin, the long legs over mountains could leap and the heart always enlivened for voyages and a ready spirit that made all adventures lovemaking.  And she is that one, that only one, who has now aged from beauty to splendor; wearing gently, and with great elegance, the years of life we have lived together.  I have been found by an olden lover.