i used to be such a good lover
romantic and creative, that's all you need
but now i am old, and my spirit isn't there
perhaps the desire is, but not the focus
i used to think about someone like you
and think of all the possibilities
all that is possible in night of creating
things that collect in the corner
after the ruckus is over
now i am just looking at
the whisper of moments
that might be and
the commotion
that is just waiting
perhaps i should be more aggressive
but then when i was such a good lover
as it is now, i am sure
it is all about the nuances