Watching you towelling,
my smile shot my neck a crick or two.
Our relaxation invigorating
as you softly touched my chin,
a kiss I needed, we both needed
like a redbud needs a daily drink.
Seems my breath is heavier nowadays,
winter may come early.
Touch me softly but not briefly, time is
not on my side anymore, enemy of the state
you bastard. Strip me of my leaves, leave
me to die against a backdrop of angel snow.