quickly now
before our bodies turn on themselves
before I can no longer kneel between your legs
cat arched in supple curves
or bend into a position of acceptance
before time races from game show to game show
and we check mark the hours by our medications
before what drains from our bodies is no longer sweet
make love to me quickly
like a beast with uncontrolled temper
an appetite with a ravenous mouth
impatient hands, rough hands
scraping my skin with dirty words
make love to me slowly
the way I browse ancient books
fingers trailing along spines
cherished, reverent, sweet
young, as a stick against white washed pickets
make love to me now
tuck the scent into the album of our sleeves
to pull out like a tissue
gauzy in the dementia of our aging
dab at our eyes with the memory of twisted limbs
when our bodies lie flaccid and rebellious
against our pulse
quickly
slowly
NOW!
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