Crossroads of life
A bombilate jumbo.
Intersection of strife
Friction rub's its surface.
Prelude solitude
Is only the beginning.
Desolation, destitute
Needing more, and I'm not winning.
Buoyant, for my wife I do dehisce
Burping fondness as we both grow older.
Let the heat take us
Forget those nights
That got colder.
Tommorrow I do look forward
To.