Do you remember dear
when you were less
of a prude
while sleeping
with a smile
and in the nude.
There was a nightly carnival
of carnal
delights.
Even Pandora's box
didn't offer
that many sights.
The bed sheets
resembled the Big Top
where acrobats compete
and you were my confection counter
with a taste
so sweet.
Only now
you wear hair curlers
and a chastity belt.
You threw away the key
so just imagine
how I felt.
My redwood tree
is chopped liver
in the decline of my youth
and the lack of middle-aged
libido
is living proof.
The fence of barbed wire
right down
the middle of the bed
is why I can't rear
my timid
little head.
There was a time
when we made love
on this carousel
whirling
like dervishes
under a lovers spell
but now you lay there
as moss
on a stone.
I feel like a filleted fish
without
a bone.
So loneliness is my plight
on this side
where I sleep
when love cut me down
in a well
so deep.
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