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.
