If you let me get close enough to kiss your

eyes, your face, lose my nose without a

trace into your heavenly scents,

I will then curl around your chest, and

listen for your heart’s content. And I will

take your hands to touch my hair and

everywhere. I may shed a tear or two, like

now.

When I choose to love you, I will submit to

you — the songs of a repertoire I have

acquired my life long. For your pleasure, I

will sing as I make you dance in the moonlight and on the beach.

I will plant my feet at your side and know

when to be quiet, and know when to ride

the tide. In rough waters, God will be our

anchor, and I will hold on tight to you.

I will fill your quiet place with whispers,

noise, and laughter. Even in my silence

you will hear the rustling of my kisses

trying to get to you.

Oddly, you will miss me when I’m away.

But I will always be back stronger another

day because I will be the song that only

you can push to play.

Lillian LaSalle lives in Hopewell and serves as executive director of the Office on Aging in Lawrence Township. She is the mother of three adult children and three grandchildren. She has been published in various educational and community publications.