I feel the heat between us--
Is it passion? raw desire?
With all the pop and sizzle
Of an orangey-blue wood fire?

I know my pulse has quickened
Yes, my heart, I feel it racing
And such a warmth flows through me
Each time that we’re embracing

Then comes the realization
The origin, the true heat cause
Was not anticipated--
Those vile flames of menopause.

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(2008)