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Writings  Rialta Diaries Spring Morning on Bayou Teche Roadtrek Ramblings Check out Musings from the Gunks     Love Poem The winter sun is still an hour away, but the full moon paints eerie shadows on the new snow. I point this out and you smile. We sit at opposite ends of the sofa, swapping sections of the morning paper. The strong smell of coffee draws you to the kitchen and I watch you go. You bring two steaming cups, set one at my side, lean over and kiss me then return to your seat. I thought, when we were young, that old people never touched, that their wrinkled bodies made touching ugly. Now we are old, and when I see you in your well-worn terry robe I want to touch you more than ever.               [Top of Page] Website, all writings and photography © Copyright 2009 by Thomas A. Nolan.  All rights reserved.          July 18, 2009