Trump and Melania, Liberace and Scott Thorson,Verlaine and Rimbaud … the List Goes On and On
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saQ5PY4XyYQ
When men grow old, they suddenly can still
Be caught up by cyclones whirling in their veins.
The younger winds around them will not thrill
To white-haired waterspouts. These men feel pains
In joints, and muscles, and pathetic hearts
When wrinkled by slack age. It’s not that males
Have lost their strength to use their hardened parts
But, rather, lust in young-skinned partners pales.
It’s true that clouds when seeded from above
Can rain, but often what they need is placed
In wallets. So, there isn’t hope for love.
Their sexiness is now long gone, debased.
But still desire remains in sudden storms
….When old men gaze in longing at young forms.