till

till


looking up at the sagging skin
i have to wonder where the feelings still come from
every bit of you jiggles and hardly holds it's shape like it did before
as you gyrate on top of me
spots on once smooth skin
and a toothy smile yellowed from those old chocolate flavoured cigarettes you used to love


a patch of dry skin on your elbows
i swear it was all that time on your knees that they're as roughed up as they are now
i wonder if you think i'm impotent as my dick goes soft
and you knead it till it aches because i just don't have the care to stop you


the years have crept by and still i fain at the thought
that one day
any day
this could be gone


all the trying
all the pleasing
all the laughter of our bodies just not able to go on


our bodies just are not able to go on


and our bodes are not able to go on


and one of us won't go on


and what then


what will this body have
but the idea of you on me
skin lifted
and marrow escaped


i can't fuck ghosts
and i haven't been fucking flesh these last 30 years
but somewhere in-between
is the place i loved you


-Matthew Koutzun