Dedicated to Rena Easton.
The Merciful Bare-Chested Angel
Jon Gregory Presco
January 14, 2014
Has there been enough said
about the memories of old men
their dalliance with lovers past
when their sex is gone?
Somehow, very gradually
we came to terms with the end
of our ability to bring home our prey.
We patiently awaited the bad news’
we would never again attract her
that beautiful young thing.
No sooner has the raw deal
been sewn to our missing manhood
and just after the doctor of the older souls
creeps out of the room
here she come
our bare-chested angel
And she come over you
and lay her breast against your breast.
You feel the tingling touch
of naked skin against naked skin.
Heart beating against heart
she whispers in your deaf ear
so no one but you can hear
“Is this enough? Is this what you miss
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