GRAY THREADS

Dare I mention the gray threads

or the lines about her eyes?

Seventeen years ago we wedded,

and she is still spry.

Silken slacksnot a pound shes gained.

I wonder if her butt,

or breasts sagI cant complain;

for Ive grown a gut.

Sprightly steps, graceful moves.

"Yes, a little white wine, fine."

What did our divorce prove?

Nine years is a long time.

"Yes, I like Bachs Double Concerto.

A little louder please.

We heard it in a concert, so long ago.

Amazing, you remembered that piece."

"How nicely your place is furnished.

The fish, sure smells good."

Boy, would I like to get my nose into her fish.

Pungent odor, wet lips, little clit and hood.

Makes me tingle to think of her:

Thrusting, throbbing, sweat dripping on her chest,

And to onceand to once again make her purr.

Deep insidedeep inside her, legs intertwined, she came the best.

All these years, I must loved her much

for her to stir these torrid thoughts.

Oh, even just to gently touch.

I hope tonight is not for naught.

Time has made her beautiful again,

confident, wiser, and gentle:

stunning, the inner gain.

Her eyes, they sparkle.

Were we really that far apart?

Is she think of us now?

Would she consider a new start?

There were reasons for our vows.

"Oh, you've been for a year alone."

What will happen if I seem eager

to repair the path of cobble stones

and no longer be her former?

Sip the wine, it will my nerves cure

Breath deeply let loving thoughts effuse

this evening with feelings pure.

Her arcane smile lights my fuse.

DREAMS AND SCHEMES

Love slumbers

in the measured numbers

make life an empty dream

filled with business schemes

The emotions taught in analogue thought

that love casts us free

of distinctions between you and me.