Love in Our Eighth and Ninth Decades

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It’s like lifting a violin out of its case,
a trick of the light that drives the music.
We give ourselves to those well-known melodies
as if our bodies were as they were before,
and our hearts slide into the world of sheer delight
where we tangle ourselves
in every way we’re still able,
glut our mad old eyes with each other,
until everything is reduced to a single light.
Our skin glistered in sweat,
we can be beautiful again.

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Ruth Bavetta’s poems have appeared in Rattle, Nimrod, American Poetry Review, Tar River Review, North American Review and many other journals and anthologies. Her books are Fugitive Pigments and Flour, Water, Salt (Futurecycle Press), Embers on the Stairs (Moon Tide Press), and No Longer at This Address (Aldrich Press). She has been a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee.

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