Poets

Judged and found guilty and sentence pronounced. Life for the love I couldn’t denounce. Pure gentle and true, though tinged with blue. Is that such a crime, my love for you.

First there’s the build up the tension inside. The feelings and longings you just can not hide. Weeks of waiting and wanting with cold lonely nights. For the warmth and the closeness that we feel tonight.

I got to thinking the other day. About you and me and senile decay. Will I still be red hot when I’m sixty four. Will you still turn me on as you did years before.