No memory of having starred<\/em> With the enormous effort to keep breathing through my emphysema and being on the toilet half a dozen times a day, that leaves little time, inclination, or appetite, for sexual activities. Having just endured my 78th birthday it reminds of a time two decades ago when Tore Hakansson \u2013 autobiographer of My First Ninety Years \u2013 and I translated a poem by the renowned Finnish author Eeva Kilpi.<\/p>\n A Song of Elderly Love<\/strong><\/p>\n And on a nice day And my dear you forget your breathlessness My breasts so empty and flat Lord, teach us to accept the old one\u2019s love And you take my breasts in your hands And my swollen joints rest in your hollows, It comes down to this. I take these pills, prednison – a kind of steroid, which seem to keep me from passing. In turn they make me fat, almost explode my swollen feet. But most annoying my bowels have gone independent. Erectile disfunction is low down on my list of problems, even though a couple of women have asked to come by, and do – who knows what. These days a big O might be the end. My end. When the doctor asked how he could help I told him “dancing girls.” He blushed. I guess I had expected a more comfortable dotage, something more than lusts like a post-modern novel without any definite conclusion. Erections are difficult, mostly impossible. Yet massaging my scrotum and kissing a passion play almost as good as penetration. Every season of life reveals a beauty all its own<\/p>\n Getting to Know You<\/strong><\/p>\n Time to turn back and descend the stair, My Lud, by William Levy American poet living in Amsterdam No memory of having starred Atones for later disregard, Or keeps the end from being hard. \u201cProvide Provide\u201d \u2013 Robert Frost With Read More …<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-42","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/42","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=42"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/42\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44,"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/42\/revisions\/44"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.School-of-Sex.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=42"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n Atones for later disregard,<\/em>
\n Or keeps the end from being hard<\/em>.
\n\u201cProvide Provide\u201d \u2013 Robert Frost<\/p>\n
\nWe crawl together you and I,
\nA lock snaps and we never again come apart
\nYour worn-out joints caught in my gout
\nMy ulcer close to your heart failure
\nAnd rheumatism with your backache —
\nNever shall we part, oh us.<\/p>\n
\nYour arrhythmias
\nAnd the coronary you already had
\nAnd I forgot my catarrh, my restless legs
\nAnd the ache in my left side that never stops \u2013
\nNow we ignore sorrow and heaviness and need.<\/p>\n
\nHold on them, my dear
\nfor one day when you see them hanging
\nDo you love me then?
\nTula, tulam tuli tuli toj?<\/p>\n
\nthe young one\u2019s love, the middle-aged love
\nthe love of the ugly ones, the love of the
\nfat ones, the love of the poor.
\nthe love of the badly dressed
\nand the love of the lonely.
\nTeach us to accept love
\nWe are so afraid of it.<\/p>\n
\nmy hanging flat breasts
\nand touch with your lips the crinkled nipples
\nand with cataracts in the eyes waiting for a hospital bed
\nyou groping blindly after me,
\nfeeling with you hands.
\nGo on feeling,
\nunder all these crinkles am I,
\nThis crumpled dress was placed on us by life in the end
\nyou, my wild strawberry, my swallow,
\nmy flower so fair.<\/p>\n
\nYour wrinkles in my furrows
\nAnd close to you in your pain
\nI pray silently for your death
\nAnd light is our evening and our morning.<\/p>\n
\nWith a bald spot in the middle of my hair \u2013
\n\u201cThe Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock\u201d- T.S. Eliot<\/p>\n
\nCome in the wind
\nTime folds
\nDripping tears over
\nsunny breasts
\nDoing with our fingers what we
\ndid yesterday
\nwith our mouths
\nusing serpent tongues
\nthe challenge of
\nprolonged cunnilingus
\nwith dentures
\nBut by then I was confused
\nWhat to do with this feeling
\nthat won\u2019t get me hurt?
\nI put my finger
\nin you
\nYou squeezed
\nSqueezed it hard saying
\n\u201cI\u2019m tight
\nDo you like it?
\nAre you approving?
\nAll men do.\u201d
\nAnd
\n\u201cIt\u2019s very good
\nThat Don Giovanni
\nIs being cherished
\nAnd
\n\u201cI read Red and Black
\nall that summer
\nthere was much rain.\u201d
\nAnd
\n\u201cYou are cuuroptink me
\nIs this rok \u2018n\u2019 rool?\u201d
\nThen sexed me with the same
\nneatness and accuracy
\nas you carry out
\ncurious historical research.
\nAfter completion
\ncome glistens on my stomach like a
\nsprig of mistletoe
\nin a water bucket
\nWiped away with a
\nbrown towel
\nHopefully washed
\nnot held as a hostage
\npast to the future.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"