Old Lovers
Wrinkly and skinny like the turtle’s necks,
got on each other in a blissful daze
like lizards, the old paramours have sex:
the man, a former fire fighter, lays
flat on his stomach, his sweetheart, an ex-
astronomer, - on him. He whispers: “Grace,
I still love you”. Grace loves him too. Alas,
she sleeps. Grace always was a sleepy lass.
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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