Love Note # 30 Poem by RIC BASTASA

we stop making love
in bed

there is something wrong
with our nature

hormonal imbalance
the doctor says

you shrunk like a leaf
fallen from its branch
i dried like water from
the swamp

no fish wiggles here
no bird has for the night
roosted or sang

we stop something fleshy
or juicy
but love continues
move to its own happy
destination

we have coffee together
we hold hands in the park
we look still full of love
at 30
times 3....