Tangled Little Hearts

My hope for old when floors are cold we lay with no regret like blowing trees arms and knees tangled tide of sweat when all would think the sun has drank all passion from the breast our secret soul still sexual put weary bones to test grandchildren laugh we take a bath and tell them not to listen they’ll roll their eyes and act surprised when wrinkled folks are kiss’n you’ll tease my lips with naughty nips and tell me to be slow my heart would blast could be the last what better way to go to meet the end two old friends that know each hidden part who’ve loved a life man and wife with tangled little hearts