From 5 Times a Week Down to Three
Waning like a weak tide
the libido at 70 isn’t
what it use to be.
Not sure when things began
to change. Perhaps it was St.
Valentine’s Day, craving chocolate
more than your heart-shaped ass
or the sudden interest in the red
hourglass on the black widow’s
belly as she wove her silken web
waiting for her man to come home
for their final meal together.
Or perhaps it was the naked girl of my
dreams running through fields of grain
calling out my name, over and over again.
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