Dense Deodar Pine woods

 

     I will never be young again

   Fluttering reverberating

over

chasms of romance love

rousing simulating her

scintillating passions for me

again.

I will never be young again

Strolling up the green pastures

of dense Deodar Pine woods

in tandem with my perky love

she

surreptitiously spinning around

slipping into my arms

exhibiting her tantalizing charms

       throwing ludicrous tantrums

tempting

                me thus to her comfort warms.

 I will never be young again

holding her hands

jouncing bouncing fruit orchards

to

join the gracious glistening giggling

women,  girls boys wearing scarves

of all hues yellows, blacks, blues, reds

picking

apples, apricots , pears on garden beds.

blustery winds blew sweeping

the leaves and all knick knacks

we stand in huddled hug.

slipping my fingers through

her long tresses

patting her ruddy visage

with love borne kisses

I will never be young again

young again young again

to

mollify her blistering anger

again.