As she swept the porch, again alone
She felt the heat of the night, heavy
Remembering passions of the past
Memories she tried to sweep away
But the pull to them were much too great
She wore a light cotton dress, nothing more.
The summer breeze blew between the buttons
Occasionally causing the fabric to billow
Cooling the perspiration between her breasts
And stirring the fabric over her nipples,
Reminding her of the caress of her lovers mouth.
He was the only love she ever had, would ever have
He made each and every inch of her feel beautiful
Each moment was filled with respect and kindness
Every second shared was full of passionate romance
When he died, part of her liveliness died too
Her body was left with aches that would never be cured.
Evenings brought the joy and the pain of her memories.
She stood quietly for a moment looking into the black night
Then resumed her sweeping, noticing her weathered hands,
She smiled remembering the years he’d spent holding them
And how in the end he had even loved her wrinkled hands
And again she hoped the loneliness would end in her sleep