we stop making love
in bed
there is something wrong
with our nature
hormonal imbalance
the doctor says
you shrunk like a leaf
fallen from its branch
i dried like water from
the swamp
no fish wiggles here
no bird has for the night
roosted or sang
we stop something fleshy
or juicy
but love continues
move to its own happy
destination
we have coffee together
we hold hands in the park
we look still full of love
at 30
times 3....
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