Bon voyage When you take out your teeth, love, I will pretend we’re still in our twenties with years in front of us so pleasurably many. Years of making you moan out loud when you take them out. And then we’ll make our excuses, the only fake thing time left between us. I’ll again be losing my glasses, your hearing aid too, to fade out the masses. Two old people of the careless brigade, oh my love, there’s the maid. When I take out my teeth, love, we will remember the hunger within. Forget all this useless excess of skin. We’ll be smelling of each other no doubt when I take them out. And when we’ve made those excuses, we’ll go out and plan other cruises. Taking a stroll on the moonlighted deck, ordering cocktails and I’ll kiss your neck. Two old people getting carefully laid. Oh my love I can’t wait…
