our making love schedule

in the early

days

we were rabbits.

was there a time of day

or night

when we wouldn't get

busy

with making love?

did it matter

if it was in the car,

in an alley,

an empty stairwell

in a parking

garage?

bathrooms were not

out of the question either

with a good lock on the door,

or on a picnic blanket in

the secluded hollow

of trees.

two three times,

maybe four

if we weren't exhausted

and sore.

ah, they were energetic

and sweaty

times. we were limber then,

extremely flexible.

where there's a will, there's

a way.

i think Churchill said that.

but now,

we're more selective,

we schedule

in a session.

we arrange our days,

we plan

our nights.

we say things like Tuesday

night is

good for me, you?

we try to get on with

it before

face the nation comes

on in the morning,

or before midnight

after the dog has been walked

and the trash

taken to the curb.

yes, we're

slowing down, but in

truth,

it's better now.