single breath poetry...

Single breath poetry

I do recall
your name after all
you were on call ,
but then your poetry was,
not, that isn't now,
as invaluable as this ...

I read your self eulogy too
and
share with you
that I too have had four fatal falls
but as there was no place in heaven
God kicked me once for all
and said
stay there till I call

Sex is my weakness
as you say too,
you have a prescription
my spouse says no, to,

as the fear that one has in mind
I may die at the orgasmic grind
that fear eludes my spouse
but still at all times I remain aroused
but then go off to slumber
it’s a good deal,
I may renumber,
ere God asks me to kick the bucket
to go to him empty handed

so I wait, in hope,
with my passion
in superb fashion

awaiting the desired moment!