How Long Can I Make Love? (Sonnet 69)
by Elizabeth Bare-Assed Brown-Eye
How long can I make love? Let me count the days.
I'll make love to the depth and width and height
My **** can reach, while being out of sight
And the hopes of being on your face.
I'll make love to the level of each way's
Des'prate need, by sun and candle-light.
I'll make love on the freeway: you drive, alright?
I love them young, as I turn from grays.
I make love with a fashion put to use
In my old briefs, and with my neighbor's waif.
I make love with a breath I seemed to lose
With my lost load. I make love with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if you choose
I shall but make love better after death.
