Wrinkles and Twinkles

A simple desire

Photo by Simon Godfrey on Unsplash

I wish to grow old with you
for you know my pauses
and I, yours
I know your silences
you, mine -
we’ll walk up that hill
catching our breaths once too many
to sit on our bench
holding our wrinkled, bony hands -
you will, I know, fish out two forbidden candies -
we’ll suck on them
and count butterflies
listen to buzzing of the bees so busy
marvel at the Heliconias
attracting nectivorous sunbirds
be awed by…