I have dallied with success
mingled with the scent of
expensive coiffures, swooned
to the physicality of well-fitted
suits, oozing polished confidence
eyes that penetrate the core
of my desire, arouse a feral
vitality, make me squirm like
a school girl dreaming of her
first crush’s kiss, too old now
for such foolishness, besides
I am married to impotence
have long ago committed to
the fruitlessness of outcomes
suppressed futile yearnings
Oh, but I am not immune
to flights of fancy – virility
freezes over but does not
die out – imagination stirs
flesh warming to power’s
promising caress, how I
would unleash this secret
explode with potential, if
I still bore the vivacity of
youth, could do it all over.
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Hi VJ, I know how you fell lol! Great poem π
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Oops! Fell=feel π
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Great poem – love your fourth verse!
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Thanks Eugenia.
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My pleasure!
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