With nothin’ left to lose, they closed their doors.
Perennials, long past thirty-seven point eight median years,
they lived what’s left of life.
She, an unwilling anchoress,
he a happy troglodyte of hopeful health.
With preeminence declining,
they stood their ground.
They shunned from their bubbled bastion those
who denied reality or died in denial
of reality’s science, as plagues of nonsense
took many from loved ones.
Together, they danced ‘till the end of love,
touched by mature minds.
Happy to be alive in a new world, until
the end of time comes for them.
Look both ways crossing life’s boundaries.
Mind the gaps and keep moving.
Oi, Nineteen: Lust Laughs at Love
Normally chic, now
nearly naked, she lounged in his lap
slovenly taking in
the stunning sunset,
Lamenting his languid,
leaving his heart listlessly
lost to his long love song.
yet yearning to reggae
he cajoled and coaxed playful
music to prove she danced
not too fast for him.
Their love withstood the storm.
Look both ways in love and lust.
Mind the gaps as perfection is myth.
Be lovingly entertained.
Without beginning or end
This endless cosmos of
Endless nights, but nowhere
Is there endless life.
Look both ways for beginnings and ends.
Mind the gaps left by endless time.