Less frequently but with far more
purpose, much sharper focus than
my younger, more myopic days
my workday mind meanders from
the daily mundane to stray to
tantalizing, sometimes R-rated
thoughts, possibilities for later
cerebral erotica starring my oh-so-
vixenish-after-twenty-years wife
My mind’s eye squints to concentrate
on the unfolding cinematic epic in my
head when I abruptly utter aloud a
wariness to ‘still be able to do that’
to the quizzical stare of a co-worker
While my mind goes where it always
has, reality makes a bar-close hook-up
with regrettably lowered expectations
Ponderable polemics, poetic 