Maturing slowly!

From the days of desire burning

That raged and raged

Our love, on fire.

Now calmly resides;

A coming of age;

Like Port desired

To be drunk, slowly

Not hurried, savoured.

Matured with age

Like fortified wine

We pour another glass

Slowly we drink.

Smiling our hearts

Content, loved,

Touch once more.

No! No! No!

Stop right there!

Not true! You get old

You fall apart, you tire

Things don't work.

Where's me glasses!

Where's me book?

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that slow maturity suddenly accelerates...and we wonder where the passion has gone....we then become "old friends, bookends"

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob I wanted to add a twist lol