I

t worked again last night.
The hormone therapy
has not yet taken
your libido,
your erection or
your victory.

It has taken something, though.
I felt the loss as I lay
unsated in your arms.
I felt its absence
as a I stargazed on the deck
and chug-a-lugged the wine.

I wanted you to leave
but caution?
old habits?
maybe love?
made me play the scene
as if the script
had not changed.