Tangled Little Hearts
tangled little hearts
My hope for old
when floors are cold
we lay with no regret
like blowing trees
arms and knees
tangled tide of sweat
when all would think
the sun has drank
all passion from the breast
our secret soul
still sexual
put weary bones to test
grandchildren laugh
we take a bath
and tell them not to listen
they’ll roll their eyes
and act surprised
when wrinkled folks are kiss’n
you’ll tease my lips
with naughty nips
and tell me to be slow
my heart would blast
could be the last
what better way to go
to meet the end
two old friends
that know each hidden part
who’ve loved a life
man and wife
with tangled little hearts
An Original Poem by ezra vancil
For my beloved
Would love to hear what you feel
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Love the perspective you chose for this poem. Made me smile, thank you!
thank you.. my wife's favorite and I hope it's true.