This Poem For You
The night before New Years Eve,
we decide to be teenagers again
and we change roles, me a boy
you a girl, bending the
arc of pleasure
into something new,
something
that surprises both of
us
then, later, when my body reminds
us both that, yes, I'm
almost 61
we giggle, as if we really were
each others' first loves and
remember that even though
my
muscles now require more care
because I'd tried to grow
wings in bed
and you, letting me, grew
wings too
it still was all worth
it.
James Stansberry
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