Old Lust: A Very Short Poem

He likes
Young men with 
BIG bulges,
He said so
Over dinner
One night;
Showing us a photo
That had landed
In his phone from 
Somewhere.

I don’t have a
BIG bulge and
I’m no longer 
Young,
But neither is he.
That’s not
The point though.
I know.

I snatch
Glimpses
Of his bulge,
When I can;
Sitting next to him 
At the table,
Or in the car.
Nice.

Being a good
Friend
I’m also invisible,
Which has its
Advantages
When perving.
X-Ray vision would be 
Good too,
But less likely.

And so
We go on,
Close in everything;
Age,
History,
Friendship,
But not sex
(Except in my mind).

Which may be
Just as well,
Considering
Where my mind,
Sometimes 
Goes.