tell yourself how much you love ..

olderman

softly, and with dignity,
convince yourself you love
and respect the beautiful lass,
whose perfectly shaped ass,
is what truly drives you mad..

chickory nuts,
pine cones fall on pine needles
to rest ..
there to progress..

a blanket is all you need
as a cushion,
beneath a wooded clearing
of scented pines and wild aroma...

escape with a moment,
share your breath with her,
love her as a woman wishes to be taken,
shaken as you softly
whisper her name as you are gentle,
just as rock climbing is the excitement you will feel
when you dare to look down and realize
just how high this tryst has taken your desire..

as it is
the night has just begun
and the lightness of this moment will never end..

yet in the morning,
which is the end,
truth, then there is truth
your youth is gentle, and yet, not a bit kind,
as is your dual nature,
posing as a lover,
using up the time you spend
without shame in search of
shapes and sounds to satiate some luscious poem long dead,
upon whose shallow grave some wandering man will tread....

cry, for she is gone,
it's the only motion you have left,
to cry
again
and
again

tell yourself how much you love her,
now that she is gone.