When I was young
I told
more than one girl
I said I would stay with them
forever.
I didn’t know
what forever meant.
Now that I have a glimpse
of that forever
in the touch of more than one
woman’s hand on my cheek
I don’t desire the word
that, anyway,
my own fear has proven wrong.
Forever is in my skin,
in hers and hers
and in yours,
my heart’s desire.
Grow old with me
but not for a very long time.
For now, we are newer
than the last touch.
Then, whenever that then is,
we will still, at the end of all of it, be
as new as at the first
because all that matters
is in our skin, right now
and forever.
Slut of the Cloth 
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