Near Missus

The Older You Get

The fewer you want to do It with

Reminiscing Golden Oldies

Is more a joyful hour than a miss

Spent evening not really

Together in bodies slowly

Rebelling against TIME lost

Unsuccessfully.

The more you try so hard

To remember their names,

Breasts, lips, and soothing old Golden Triangles

Bring us erections

To erect a bedraggled old penis

It’s easier to recall what we did, ate, saw,

Than how we came

Alone or almost together

The first came, at 23 and 20. A

Double failure, all ass at last in

Dearborn Inn, Henry Ford’s Mausoleum,

Not back in Detroit in our own beds

Embarrassing our Virgin Mothers,

Ignorance frustrating simple joys

The second Trial fizzed funnily

It was her first attempted temptation

In our best friend’s house

Guarding our privacy from embarrassment

From his front room TV

At her callow 35 versus his used to 74, she was

More than satisfied with a meagre blessing

Never having felt one before

He never having had so innocent a student

Thinking about his fled first wife

And their now grown children

Loving their own lives.

We new two

Feeling each other up

And down, recalling their recent

Being married on the main steps

Of San Francisco City Hall

Almost 4,000 miles from the first debacle

We would never learn

To be perfect lovers.

But good enough is more than great!