(The point when two objects orbiting each other appear closest).
There was always the feeling that something might happen
This last year, your movements have been gradual but consistent,
your moods like the weather, difficult, capricious and unpredictable.
But when you shine, oh! there is a radiance where clouds are banned
and stars become superfluous for clear sight.
I saw you dance on the solstice, a pagan, gypsy temptress swirl,
moving ever closer, exerting a barely hidden mesmeric draw,
your youth forever beautiful, pert and daring.
My old eyes widen at the possibilities as you settle into view.
So there you are, beguiling me, naked and ripe
a fleeting chance to feast upon your nubile form.
Tomorrow I’ll be older and you younger still.
© Graham Sherwood 6/2013
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