The rocking chair
  a paradise for termites
  front porch pictures portraying
   love are nebulous within her eyes
    she busks in the moment
    the delightful smell
    of the effloresecent
    garden being the front-row
   sit to memories of young
  lovers, a vistage of ecstacy
lost with time

  Frazzled by years of affairs
   She still yearns for that
   kiss that cares not for
   time and space that
   leaves a mark of falicity
  on her visage.
a birth mark for when love is
born as lady nature sings her songs

yeah, well my heart doesn't know ****
it's so naive, blind and oblivious to these hits.
I've gotta admit
that inside me my heart does not fit.

it's rejecting this mind
and overproducing thoughts of her kind
it doesn't know how to unwind
and exit through my behind

it's here to stay
and I'm here to say
if one of us strays
this will be my last day