Man and his dream <br />Nubile bodies and syrupy lips <br />Soft tender flesh in satiny caresses <br />Hips that can bear both man and his legacy <br />A woman at the last milepost of girl <br />To usher in melodious love making <br />Where two bodies crash to heal <br />In the confinements of a ring <br /> <br />Yet bring me an older woman <br />A tigress in the skin of a cougar <br />Where the miles are tiled in wrinkles <br />Where the fragrance of spring is long lost <br />Give me her, to love and cherish <br />Who has loved like the surf of a river <br />Who has cried like the wail of the monsoon <br />A soul that has seen the wrath of tempests <br />A soil that has been ploughed and fallowed <br />A woman that is age-carved yet time-preserved <br />A beauty that rests in the perfection of her imperfections <br />- Emergent lines, layered insulation and creased lips <br /> <br />A woman that has seen it all and done it all <br />A colonial church with a crumbling alter <br />Withered and cracked, pealed and unsealed <br />Waiting for one last candle to be lit <br />To witness her timeless elegance <br />A rugged old church with open lips and open thighs <br />That will break your body and spill your wine <br />To be evangelized by her body in the creed of bliss <br />An older woman drowning me <br />In that river called Oedipus<br /><br />Dilantha Gunawardana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-praise-of-an-older-woman-river-of-oedipus/
