White hair at the temple
Clear gaze
You take the food and drink I offer
Taste it with relish
We talk.
Surrounded by my 3 small children
I'm so clearly out of bounds
As you are to me too.
I wonder
How might it be
To transgress those invisible lines
between us
And even before I can go further
I know how it will end
Devoid of the magic
We'd just be tired people
The forbidden fruit loses its sweetness
The second it's tasted
So
For beauty
For pleasure
For dreams
Stay forever too far
And we shall meet
Once a year
When you tune my piano
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