It provides a function
Been around for ages
Gotten better over time
The matte finish less sticky than
ever before
Despite the chemical smell
it’s a tried and true product
From Scotland I presume
Though that could be a misnomer
Like buying it in bulk
At the big box store
48 rolls
Won’t buy it again for 10 years
Not sexy
No way
Functional to the max
That’s kinda Hot
When I was younger
It was all about sex
When I was in mid-life
It was all about sex
Now I’m approaching twilight
Dusk thereafter
It’s still about sex
But a good sandwich…
They would hardly call me rustic,
though my knuckles can bleed.
They would hardly see my strength,
though my face has stubble.
I am a mixture of father and brother,
a little mother thrown in,
the well-lit room of my growing up
and all the family warnings
lighting my way, stone by stone.
They would hardly call me rustic,
though I have been stepping all
this way, mostly blind, sometimes
scrambling, uncertain, unsure,
but in perpetual motion.
Do I look that lighthearted.. happy..mischievous and playful like
never before?
You have never seen me like this?
Oh shame on you. read me better, look closer…
you will see the scars still hurting
I killed my feelings when promises and my heart were broken
My feelings and sentiments were assassinated on the spot
So that I won’t sigh whenever I think of you
You want old me back?
You want me to care the same and be that gentle?
I have murdered my sentiments for you
When my gentle heart was broken
You better try later
Only if my heart would ever recover
Swishing swaying
tempest playing
whipping wind takes hold
She cackles
stinging slice of cold
Naked limbs
helpless in the fray
screech at her sky
Icy winter
lays her blanket
from under which
we whimper wince shudder
awaiting the whisper
of spring
