Sonnet to Old Love
Some loves like butter some sweets savor honey
Some like it drier some live by the sea
Tempers temper as they lose their rage
Habits mellow start to shimmer as they age.
Survival is not a promise or a guarantee
Instead it’s like a gift card left for you and me
Buying time that seems to vanish as if it were on sale
Balances all bowing as your mitochondria start to fail.
Tasting that sweet stickiness of your tongue
Kissing me delirious, proof we are still young
Moments such as these we seize as our own
Enlisted as we are to yield to love’s cologne.
Where are you now? This love of mine growing old
Take me now again down south out of the cold
Back to our time of sweet, or if you’d rather savory
By candlelight your smile, still it sets me free.