My Love

When my hair was a long cascade of black waves,

I felt my lover's fingers run through them.

Now my hair is frizzy gray wires,

Most of which lies around the shower drain;

And my lover's hands are bony and cold.

Once my body ached for man's touch,

now my body aches but for no one,

and I yearn for the cold embrace of my final love.

Once my heart was filled with passion,

Now my heart skips a beat,

As my last, true love draws closer.