the hidden desire
of mid-life glamour
using a metaphor
for camouflage
like at active blanket
i'm slipping through
the fingers of holding
your hand
it is night
just about bed time
and i have thought
a bit too much about
the warmth of your smile
and the secret code of
your thighs
there are mysteries
to understand
and so little time
to unfold the folds
of your lips