FALLING RITUALS

FALLING RITUALS

We love
quietly now.
Passion's fires
are reduced to glowing embers.
It is dusk,
and evening
and its darkness
with its scent of jasmine,
is approaching.

A kiss at the door,
one brief embrace,
a cuddle at night ...
rituals, leaving traces
of love in their wake.

Falling into habits, now
together, we are growing
older,
but not yet
wiser.

Falling,
rituals give us
peace,
we are
secure
in the gentle knowing
that together
we are lovers
who have passed
times' test.

We enjoy the ember glow
and fall
into another
ritual of love.


mebw
© 7-4-13