you get to an age where
you can so easily be made fool of
if the right light is shone
blinds lifted and exposed
that parody you let unroll
the one where you’re still that antonym girl
smoking her licorice cigarettes in black paper
the punctuate of your puce nipple visible
yet you don’t have the moves quite so much
there is leather on your skin where once
all was soft
a certain gravity shakes fantasy loose
floor is harder when on your knees
save, in roll of night where
you are every bit the girl you once were
age has no hold, only frankincense and vetiver
I can lie here with you
in my arms and not concern myself
if it was twenty years ago or
this morning; you are unchanged
in the magnolia glow of dawn
as that woman who inherits
sun from yellow roses
left on her full cheeks
a permanent blush
Beautiful Poem! <3 <3
Love, transcending time and age
Love that stays with a hint of nostalgia drives it close to home. Unfailingly casting spells.
Thank you dearest Smita
Indeed 😉 (thank you)
Thank you so much dearest Carol Anne
You’re so welcome. When it is real, it does.
Wow absolutely beautiful!!!
Thank you so very much dear one xo