poems at 64

so men find
a lover
men who write poems of joy
have found
a lover
men who at 64 write poems of exaltation
at the wonder of the universe
have found
a lover

whereas

women who at 64 write poems of quiet splendour
have found
themselves
have rejected
male company
in favour of
books
have rejected
the soft-skinned, hard-cored cock
in favour of their own
familiar
fingers

(First published in Creatrix)

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