With bluish silver, whirling eyes
and hearts that kissed so many times
with love immense in moonlit nights
under gladdest, saddest skies
searching for those many years
finding with these happy tears
why I've lingered for so long…
I have forgotten how smooth her skin
touched my senses, dipped in sin
that I have since explained away-
The garden parks, the perfumed air
now rocking in a windowed chair
just you and I, vague visions of
dancing days and evening gowns
that begged to be explored…
To meander back and live again
among forgotten lovers, friends
whose ropes have broken from their moors…
Our sails are tattered, you and I,
buried footsteps beneath the pines
beneath the bed of needles laid
for when we take our resting day…
So here’s to you, Age, you've made me wise
my beauty receding deep inside
as my surface deteriorates;
one for the other- fair, I’d say…
Snow unfurls, stars and ships
horizons, twilights, clockworks slip
dancing leaves come to rest
in warm midnights and gather death…
But no! Deny you I may still!
and laughing spit your bitter pill
between her toes, her breasts, until
I can no more; then I will
oh, Age, acknowledge that my time
upon this earth is done and through.
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