Wine for breakfast

[t.arcadius]

I found myself wishing that the rest of your poem did what the third stanza did for me.

"The haze of a silver screen starlet beams across
50 years, still alive and dripping with sex."

This is excellent. Easy to read and effortlessly conjuring disturbing imagery.

I like what you're trying to say at the end, but I don't know about "they say". Maybe a one-liner? "Love is the cure and the cause"