Loves Protégé

Time has left its mark, deep lines and wrinkles in places where they never were,

Pains a constant reminder of their seniority and they had stories to go with it.

Perhaps the greatest story they would ever tell was the story of their love.

She touched his wrinkled hand and with a smile she began;

He was wrapped in the warmth of the sun with as much definition as the blue of the skies

His body was a mound of muscles as soft as puffy clouds to the eyes but to the touch as solid as the rock of Gibraltar.

He spoke and his words fluttered out like the deep base of the cello and I floated along on each melody.

At night his body glistened, a reflection of the moon, and in his eyes the stars danced radiantly.

He would kiss me with his rose petal soft lips and his aftertaste was a mixture of masculinity and flavours I have not yet named or identified, 

But the taste was all his and he was and still is all mine.

He would touch me with fiery ice hands and it left tattoos of his love wherever his hand had been while sending shivers up and down my spine.

The elderly man spoke up just then with 50 years of love in his eyes;

She was my Obsidian Onyx, my dark jewel,

With skin as sweetly scented as the wild Orchid and tinted the darkest natural bronze I had ever seen,

Depending on the day her eyes were coloured different shades of the rainbow, always a brilliant kaleidoscope of colour

Her body was more curved than the river Nile and she had rises and falls in all the right places like the Kilimanjaro.

She tasted of earth essences, with lips full and smooth tinted the dark red of ripened cherries

She smiled and I swear I heard heavens musicians play, every single time she showed dazzling diamond white smile there was orchestral music.

When we embraced our hearts played catch up never beating at the same time but always in perfect rhythm.

Blessed by the wind and kissed by the ocean is the woman that has borne my children and made this house a home and she has chosen me.

So I do suppose that love does indeed last, every one of their wrinkles and every single scar had a special story just waiting to be told,

In that very moment I realized that I was the result of 5 decades of love,

The love of a sun wrapped moon god of a man and an Obsidian Onyx, orchid scented woman.

I am loves protégé, the result of real love tested and tried.