Aged Love Poem by lalitha iyer

love is ageing
yeah,
the babe
with blushes
gurgling with laughter
cooing with lust
is now ageing;

as a child
it crawled
under the bedsheet
pissed off
wetting the bedcovers
all its desires
and delicate harmones

when it grew up
it was naughty
doing all monkey tricks
licking at the wrong ends
and kissing at
gasping hens
and peeping into sucking thighs

now it is fine
young man
mellowed with
warmth of life
bustling with memories sweet
funny with kids afeet
and papaed he reasons

as days pass by
chicks flew
hips grew
hugging is paining
limbs are waning
energy elapsing
oozing fantasy
drying up

aged love
speaks in silence
few words
break the air
mostly they in looks hide
brooding thoughts
meet eye to eye
the older couples
telepathise
searching meaning
in solemn strides.