Joe Grieco

LATE LIFE LOVERS 

After we’ve gone to bed with the chickens

I ask, Are you awake?

And you say, Yes.

And a bit embarrassed, I confess,

My intimate urges haven’t hushed yet.

 

We could just hug. We could make out.

We could cuddle, or get up and slow-dance to oldies.

I don’t have to be on top.

You could ride the upper deck.

If one of us should fall asleep, well, raincheck?

 

When lust seems too much trouble for late life lovers,

Other tactics must be learned: 

Not the old runaway train in the tunnel,

Not the dipping of the wick,

Not varnishing the cane.

 

Desire doesn’t go away with aging,

But the play does open on a more cordial stage.

Take your time, Valentine.

Every other Tuesday night, let’s make a date for candlelight.

Wear a costume if you like.