The light of love once blinded us.
We could never get enough,
But now the dimmer switch
Is abruptly pushed to off.
Physical attraction persists
But not the will or way.
The sine qua non of intimacy
Has had its halcyon day.
Magic blue pills are not for me,
And the cortical power is dead.
Infrequent arousal forays
Die aborning in a king size bed.
The gas gauge reads empty,
And the ignition coil is dead.
Why shut off the dimmer switch?
Why not adjust its glow?
The potency of three score and ten
Takes flight at four score and four
The light that once blinded us
Flickers and dies.
The passion of our youth
Lies limp and flaccid in its demise.