No More Love Making Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Between you and me there aren't stones,
Between you and me there are flowers,
Having sprung in the lovely showers,
Osteoporosis affected are my bones.

Fill in with the viscous love these pores,
I shall walk with you to the distant forest,
We shall love there and then we'll rest,
We shall sleep there with old age snores.

Join the pieces of heart broken many times,
Regulate, if you can, breaths' inhale and exhale,
Make pink once again my cheeks are pale,
Still a poetic thought just needing the rimes.

Give back to the falling hairs' density and shine,
Snatch from the time the color it has stolen,
Shall speak again that since long hadn't spoken,
With you I shall walk to the hills, kilometers nine.

I know the pretty grandchildren are recording,
Our videos from the most modern cell phones,
How shall I face their smiles and naughty tones?
Spare me with just a smile no more love making.