Poetry Friday - My former lovers

My former lovers all are gaining weightor going bald, it seems. Time lurches on,they fall in step; but I procrastinate,as usual. Just call me Dorian.It can't be from clean living or pure thoughts.I've seen the sun come up uncounted timeswith sundry friends and strangers, sans culotteswhen possible, after unnatural crimes.Sometimes I scan my mirrored face for signsof wear and tear, at least --