Poet's blog: "Poetry"

My first blind date I am too old for this Being on a blind date After so many years with one Woman that met my needs Yet here I am and Patti is her name Drinks and dinner Focused on what went wrong With relations past Never listening to each other But our own tired tirades On why it wasn’t our fault I noticed she had freckles on her breasts Exciting as it may be The discussion about her past Husband Scott did not Stir my loins The steak was rare and the 18 Year old scotch was smooth Thank god they night carried on And the coffee aided me Back to the sanctuary of my verse. Patti of the later years I am sorry that you desire not What I want or yearn for The ability to want the simple Act of desire To want To expect To pursuit My mane may be gray But my desire to hunt Has not been supplanted by memories lost Yet searched for And I understand A blind date is just that blind Poet