My face is losing its once sharp figure
I realized this today while shaving
Where once my razored hand
Felt the hard edge of jaw bone
It now pushes softly against skin,
Perhaps portending a future jowl

My neck is showing the first hints
Of resembling a frog’s pouched face
Though for now I will laugh
Thinking of your own bowed neck,
Its elastic formlessness stretching
Between my fingers while you giggled,
Good naturedly gobbling like a turkey