- he’s not without charm.
- unlike his cousin
- he has a more refined appeal.
- certainly he’s more handsome,
- he dresses better,
- but he lacks that animal magnetism I find irresistible.
- I like him but wouldn’t want to marry him,
- let’s leave it at that.
- photographers shoot me now through gauze
- to make me look younger
- but the legs are giving out.
- I can barely keep my balance.
- and veils, no matter how many,
- don’t hide my wrinkles.
- still I wouldn’t mind a kiss or two,
- a little action.
- he’s not my type, really,
- and it wouldn’t last,
- but a roll in the hay,
- a little tickle,
- and I’d send him on his way,
- another pretty boy on a sultry day.
- after I’d order a gin and tonic on the balcony,
- and watch the sun drop through the ocean
- with the houseboy.