I will never get tired of loving
Every petal and thorn of
Your worn out body.
A fresh scent turns old and dusty like the wrinkles
Of your roped hands.
But I will never get tired of loving each side of your hand
One smooth and lined with intricate lace,
The other roped with red braids
The only path to your timeless heart.
I will never get tired of loving you.
And although you forget, I won’t lose my patience.
And if you forget, I’ll forgive.
And although your light has dimmed,
Your body is still as warm as the very first day
We loved unconditionally.
As comforting as the day you cradled me.
On that rainy Tuesday night.
I will never, ever get tired of loving every inch of your wilting body.