My Eyes Were On Your Tomatoes
I now am missing kissing.
And that's since I've gotten older...
With time to think of this,
Especially when it's cold outside...
And I'm inside with wishes.
Wanting more to snuggle close.
And I connect that to being older.
Oh how I like to dance.
And when I dance I hear the jokes.
The young folks laugh and the old ones sit.
As I dance on the floor,
Not giving a...
Well,
Not much thought of it!
And when I invite 'anyone',
To do a 'swing' with me...
I refer to the dance.
But there's a hush that is silent.
And the floor is cleared,
Instantly.
'You dance too dirty old man.'
Excuse me?
What on Earth are you thinking about?
I now am missing kissing.
And that's since I've gotten older...
With time to think of this,
Especially when it's cold outside...
And I'm inside with wishes.
Wanting more to snuggle close.
And I connect that to being older.
Even at the grocery store,
I'm careful of the questions I ask.
I try to stay focused...
With other things on my mind.
Are those breasts fresh?
'I beg your pardon? '
Those breasts you've selected,
And packed in your bag.
Those chicken breasts,
Are they fresh?
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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