Some years now, it's been
strange that we still long
for that.

You say you drag me into your private moments
those sessions
in the morning, I don't know what to say.

What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble?
Do the princes and kings build again
or creep to hovels?

Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled
a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse
collides with things forbade.

Quiet morning in reading, a silent house
light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze
disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange.

Dates close and birth on the cusp
Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods.
Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.