The Making Of Perfect Love

     The Making Of Perfect Love

The sex is simple.

Though there’s pattern, never boring.

Feeling new, e’en better every time.

How can that be?

The years have passed the ‘sell by’ date,

And one knows couples who

Are either bored to death or hate

The touch, approach,

Who douche

Just to escape the loathing

(even some who wear their clothing

into bed).

 

But with us, we focus.

Simple, the affection real,

Start so gradual

It’s hardly recognizable as such.

As for the finish,

Since there never was a start,

It sometimes has no end,

Just petering from aged tiredness

With never a dissatisfaction,

Life and day continuing

In the most natural of ways.

 

The Making of Perfect Love 5.9.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Pure Nakedness, Circling Round Aging; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Pleasures Of A Low Sex Drive

Low sex drive,

No sex drive,

Enjoying it,

The yearning, pining, longing gone,

Not missing it a bit.

Distracting thoughts,

One-sided thoughts,

Dissipated into thin, thin air,

Scattered and dispelled God-knows-where.

Who in heaven or hell cares?

Like losing fetters

That bound up mind, heart

(and other parts) for years.

What a delight

To have hormonal chains

Evaporate

All by themselves, fording

Oceans, seas and rivers

Of their own accord

To come to rest

Inside a calm and loving breast

That doesn’t give a hoot

About

A screw.

 

Pleasures of A Low Sex Drive 1.21.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Incredible!

Incredible!

A wrinkle

Unfamiliar, new!

Wake up to pee,

Pass by the mirror, view

A me

That spies an eye –

A wrinkle,

And I die of incredulity.

Error? Nature?

Nature makes not one mistake.

God’s perplexing statement

Echoing the undebated:

Meshing networks predetermined,

Making one think twice,

Acclimatize

To fateful fact and fact-ful fate

That body dies

Sooner or later.

Hard to swallow,

Say a yes to.

Who

Can choose?

Not me, now you.

Inevitable and incredible!

 

Incredible! 12.10.2016

Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Aging; Nature In & Of Reality; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Joys Of Aging

A complement to Watching The Signs Of Aging

 

After the complaining

And the moaning groaning,

Crying, wailing

Compensating elements

Make up for the travail.

 

Appetite for [lots of] food and such

Is still alive, though wanting not

Nor needing,

Feeding much of much,

Replaced by something that arrives

Quite late:

Discipline that liberates

A weary palate, loss of taste

One has no explanation for.

 

Already written, prized surprisingly:

Loss of lust!

Lust condensed to love and empathy.

So much better, I assure you.

Balanced and secure,

Full of health and warmth.

 

Remind me reader

What you’re free from.

I would love to hear from

Any one

Of you.

 

Joys Of Aging 12.7.2016

Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Watching The Signs Of Aging

 Not a search for youth,  just the quasi-scientific urge within us.

Watching the signs of aging;

Ultimately,

Finally

An end.

Notice, I don’t say THE end.

 

Not a film, a flimsy bit of flimflam,

A clouded artificiality, life imitated, intimated.

As stated:

A downgrading: witless and insensate,

Thinning at the temples,

Eyebrow hairs a crazy zigzag;

Tummy more rotund and round;

Fingers, which, however trained

No longer want to grasp or grip.

Compression of the whole foundation

Underscore the downward trip.

 

Aging signals watched with care –

Obviously there! Involuntary!

Glasses that you never needed;

Tender spots you never heeded.

Fragile scenes that make you weep.

Couplets which you once thought cheap

Resorted to, which you now keep.

 

Compensations: pensions, patience;

Many words that end in –pence

Because, and just because

All signs become a Santa Claus:

Signs of good –

That is, when you are in the mood.

Stiff fingers finding newer ways to play piano, open jars,

The mental auto-search a galaxy of syndrome-stars

Bursting unused.

 

No longer worrying ‘bout standards,

You’ve your own.

No need to join

The middling crowd,

The mediocre: in reality, the herd.

Small ambitions,

Minimized conditions

All good and fine, but still

Signs of aging ultimately will

Win out.

 

Watching The Signs Of Aging 12.5.2016

Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; Bath Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

I Like Looking Like A Boy

I like looking like a boy.

Those massive locks

That locked in looks

From boys and men –

Well, that was then

And now is now.

 

I’ve thrown out needs

And taken in

Convenience, suitability

Which looks as nice – e’en twice as nice

To those bystanders’ gawking shoulders

(Appeal’s molder in the eyes

Of the beholder),

 

Now it’s time for short and neat,

Just as cute

When coexisting with a sweet,

Kind, loving nature;

Character,

Persona’s self charisma

Which as hypnotic, gives off honey’s own melisma,*

Charm’s attraction which,

If used correctly

Does more good

Than all the ringlets ever could.

*a group of notes sung to one syllable of text.

 

I Like Looking Like A Boy 11.24.2016

Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities II;Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Gerontology

         Gerontology

Sitting in the car

Mulling over near and far,

There,  and what is definitely here:

 

Youth cannot envision eighty-two.

Doctors too. They cannot ‘feel’ eighty-two:

Your doctor, my…

So many symptoms pass them by.

‘Tis pity, for ‘tis I who suffer,

I, who faced with ebb and tide analyze,

Use the self through trial and t-error;

I, who ponder, for I must,

There being no one I dare trust –

(Except for deity unseen

Who has the charge of body mine)

 

Geron (Greek for old man) –ology (the study of)

Is what is needed, given that

The young can never feel out

Time’s dealing out.

 

Apprentice doctors in their prime

Should get to know the facts of age,

The pages, wages of real life,

For theory is theory

Until you get there by yourself.

 

With visits by appointment only,

This is the die that disappoints

(The lie that also disappoints) when I,

Life’s force in slow decline

Am looking for relief.

 

Gerontology 10.18.2016

Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Gerontology 10.18.2016

Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

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