When We Are Old

When we are old We will lounge on pillows in comfort And talk about nothing but the Sacrament of Coffee with cream We’ll eat oatmeal and feed our sausages to the dog When we are old I will kiss you each morning when we awake Still putty in your hands My heart pumping strongly of Life and love intertwined Bursting forth A gush of tickles and laughter Settling between us, warm beneath our quilt When we are old Your embrace will cocoon me from all that is wrong Sweet syrup on my pancake Love catches in my throat clawing mucus membranes Its tiny fingers grasp Just trying to get out I swallow hard and push it down again