you can't stop it

love gathers dust

its downhill from the end of lust

 

so hot she squeaked

her touch a scorch

nothing doused my flaming torch

 

wet mouth a snare

long limbs a web

we knew this inferno could not ebb

 

ugly but chic

lithe and svelte

a body that would never melt

 

we sit here now

old and forlorn

wishing we had never been born

 

ailing and doomed

I'm on my way

at least that's what the doctors say

 

she can't face it

glad to die too

I think of times when love was new

 

bodies bouncing

on beds of gold

mocking the notion of getting old

 

dust is settling

limp in her eyes

soon be time for last goodbyes