Growing up

As I've aged,
the big stimulants matter less
and the small excitements in life
awake me in the morning.

Ten years ago,
it was about Christmas morning,
a birthday gift,
three-some,
a ball of raw,
kegger parties,
a grand in Vegas,
a wedding day,
grand slam,
perfect game.

Today,
I'll settle for a sunset and a glass of wine,
hitting more green lights than red,
a solidly timed double-entandre,
a smirk on the face of the one I love,
a good first sentence,
book,
REM sleep,
a sacrifice bunt,
or an 0-2 fastball.

I'm only 26,
so maybe in 10 more years,
you'll matter even less.

As of right now,
I can't get your eyes
off my
mind.