Little Tin Goddess

You used to star in so much of what I'd write,

But lately your star has faded in my eyes,

and though I will admit that it's still here,

It's the worse for burning fuel at both ends these years.

It was all looks, I hate to say.

You can't compare to yesterday.

I thank you for the foolproof cure for infatuation

(Because even a fool can't keep from aging),

and admit that I'm nothing like easy on the eyes,

But I say, and with no hint of pride

That the loins desire without art.

The senses speak before the heart.