mature love

Mature Love

Hello,
I love you,
won’t you
tell me
your name?


Or at
least give
me your
phone number.


Maybe I’m
moving a
little fast.


Maybe you’re
alarmed &
about to
call the
police.


Don’t
do it.


I can’t
handle
any more
hard time.


Unless you
promise
to write.


Accept
collect calls.


Take part in
conjugal visits.


You’re probably
thinking this
is the
most twisted
come-on
you’ve ever
been
subjected to.


But think
how much
rejection &
love-gone-
wrong has
been heaped
upon me.


All the
betrayal.


Think what
it means
that in
spite of
all that
here I
am at
your side.


Think how
special that
makes you.


Don’t let
our age
difference come
between us.


What’s fifty
years give
or take
a few?


Think of
all those
years as
aged wine,
think how
we can
float straight
into the
heart of
love on
a drunken
boat.


There now,
that’s better.


You’re lovely
when you
soften.


Let me
caress
your cheek.


Graze your
finger tips
with mine.


Kiss the
nape of
your neck.

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