They discard any masks
A soft smile creases a face
Another is returned
Dancing eyes pinch at their corners
Warm, weathered hands gently float
Landing as silky feathers
To stroke bare arms
Bodies lean like bleached, teepeed branches
Set to prepare for a fire
Melting into each other
Long and tenderly embracing
After many years of heartaches
Dulled in memories
Fogged by age
Love’s pulse still beats strongly
Ensuring they’ll be together
As long as their tattered shells permit
Or, on a pristine stage
To follow their ordained orchestra
Until eternity no longer exists

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