A picture from a thousand kisses ago.
We were so in love full of desire we
knew would last forever. We are always.
Until we weren't. What broke besides
our hearts? We never understood. We
just blamed boredom and each other.

A picture from a million kisses ago.
Older and wiser we still broke our
bed and didn't miss a beat. We were.
Then one day we found others to break
more beds and lost sight of love. ****
was what we did. Until we didn't bother.

A picture of me on my 90th. Wrinkled
and alone in assisted living with a
cupcake and candle and little cardboard
birthday hat aching for youth and
beaches and bars and old lovers again
young to break more ******* beds.

That time you burned so bright
   a star I could never stop watching
   was the time I fell in love again
   but this love was forever after all.

I'm selling you peace of mind.
Free. Just go outside and put
one foot in front of the other
again and again and walk
your way to serenity. I swear
It's that easy and true.

I'm almost 71 years old.
I'm lost in a changing world.
I still have hope for progeny.
I still believe in True Love,
Santa Claus and happy endings.
I don't think I'll ever really die.

We're at war, you and me.
The damage has been severe.
We hate the enemy!
We've forgotten why.
Both sides are even.
Can we call a truce?

I'm tilting at windmills tonight.
   I will slay dragons and broken hearts
   and bring dogs of hell to heel after all.
   I still sleep with her ghost tonight.
   We find small comfort living and dead.
   Cervantes'  certainty keeps our faith.

I want pleasure. Don't hate me.
Feeling good feels so good if
it's done right, but be careful.
Tread gently in this minefield.
Don't become a slave to desires.
Never get addicted. Just hold
the devil's tail loose and let go.
Abstain for a month to make
**** sure you haven't been
swallowed by his hell on earth.