I really feel the need to introduce this poem. Yes, it were my thoughts and perceptions and I made the concept and the original draft. I sent it for review to a dear friend and colleague-author, who paraphrased my draft to what is written below. His paraphrase awed me. In my view he made it a true piece of poetic art of indescribable beauty. So, I feel honor-bound to mention him and give him the plaudits his work deserves. Thank you so much, F.E. Cooper, from the bottom of my heart.
And of course I hope you guys like it!
What we no longer are
We are no longer young gods
That made the gays run wild
When through the park we sauntered
In the last gold rays of light
With perfect grace and seductive pace
We are no longer heartthrobs,
Full of lust for light aglow so bright
For with the passage of years
Our luster, reduced to a lesser light
Dims not our precious shared sight
No longer are we cute devils in bed
Exhausting every lover on whom we could get
Our greedy insatiable lips
Thus pleasing their bodies’ last cells
No, my love, these days are long gone
No longer do our toys stand straight,
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Always expectant and unable to wait
For the ultimate blast of lust and desire
They’re only that way every now and then,
That is: provided we both still can
No longer do our eyes burn with demand
For they have sedated over the years
We learned that love can be joyous
And can cause the shedding of tears
Until they are dried by another lover
It’s a shame your golden blond hair
Shines no longer there
Nor mine of long raven-black
Does it matter, my love?
We’re grey now and thinking of white
Do not think I’m only dreaming
Nor talking bullshit now
Or whiling this time so dear
I love you, and more than that:
I feel loved by you!
