This Older Guy

A shuffle across

the rug brought me to

her side -- planted 

a kiss on her familiar lips.

She’s beaten me to the couch

and grabbed the spot

of my intentions--

a spry white-haired lady she is.

Caught my eye decades

ago across the Legion floor

playing cards at the time

with a cute blond but no match

for the lady who

would stand by my side

first begun some long years ago

and I bend once more

to plant my lips upon her own,