Dare I mention the gray threads
or the lines about her eyes?
Seventeen years ago we wedded,
and she is still spry.
Silken slacksnot a pound shes gained.
I wonder if her butt,
or breasts sagI cant complain;
for Ive grown a gut.
Sprightly steps, graceful moves.
"Yes, a little white wine, fine."
What did our divorce prove?
Nine years is a long time.
"Yes, I like Bachs Double Concerto.
A little louder please.
We heard it in a concert, so long ago.
Amazing, you remembered that piece."
"How nicely your place
The fish, sure smells
Boy, would I like to get
my nose into her fish.
Pungent odor, wet lips, little clit and hood.
Makes me tingle to think
Thrusting, throbbing, sweat dripping on her chest,
to onceand to once again make her purr.
insidedeep inside her, legs intertwined, she came the best.
All these years, I must loved her much
for her to stir these torrid thoughts.
Oh, even just to gently touch.
I hope tonight is not for naught.
Time has made her beautiful again,
confident, wiser, and gentle:
stunning, the inner gain.
Her eyes, they sparkle.
Were we really that far apart?
Is she think of us now?
Would she consider a new start?
There were reasons for our vows.
"Oh, you've been for a year alone."
What will happen if I seem eager
to repair the path of cobble stones
and no longer be her former?
Sip the wine, it will my nerves cure
Breath deeply let loving thoughts effuse
this evening with feelings pure.
Her arcane smile lights my fuse.
DREAMS AND SCHEMES
in the measured numbers
make life an empty dream
filled with business schemes
The emotions taught in analogue thought
that love casts us free
of distinctions between you and me.