i have adored you so
long, touched daily
your slender lines, the
thickness and padding
perfectly placed, protected
by taut skin that i overlooked
subtle changes in, wrinkles,
folds hanging over folds,
tremendous
sagging
though you feel just as soft,
softer now –
you held me
when no one else would
when each lover left
when i was alone, ill
you held each lover, too –
you hold me now, bereft
i want you fresh and new again
i want your flesh renewed again
i see you sitting on the curb
and wish you could follow me back inside
But you’re just an old
blue
couch
