LIBIDO:

Lurking lust, hormonal, lubricated, quivering & loined,

Grasped where available, wangled, stolen & purloined,

Young whispered growth, from birth to bearded man,

Filled with the rising sap, life´s cunning & intelligent plan,

To ensure continuous existence, of man & his earthly life,

Rampant fluids of spring, abundantly flowing & rife.

Drowsily, frowsily complacent & comfortably grinning,

No longer urgent, no longer painfully, joyfully springing,

Always present in spirit, body & longing yearning soul,

But without the youthful sucking, into the vortexed hole,

Always listening, heeding, ready to raise it´s willing head,

Summer flowing gently, in the balmy & warming bed.

Melancholic falling of leaves, petals & hot pressing needs,

No longer blooming & flowering, only sapless drying weeds,

The last dry bloom with tenacity, sits sadly & limply clinging,

Birds mocking as they soar & into jeering skies go winging,

While sulky ego marches & with shoulders back, goes feigning,

Autumnal juices no longer flow, just seep, ebbing & waning.

Frost now turns to snow, on head tops, old mountains & tors,

Blood in veins no longer burns & sadly turns slowly to hoar,

Sapless branch & brittle bones, of every animal, tree & man,

Testament of once fruitful life, where once rich semen ran,

Leaving limp fruit upon the ground, rotting in sod & mud,

Old winter ends libido´s life, with a sad, sorry & aged thud.