Feasting on Youth – Dining With Death
My eyes try to focus as I read through old journals, diaries started 43 years ago,
I rather close them and read my memories, Smell the freedom.
I see us run in circles – young again,
my legs are freeing me, My tremor still
My ageless body becomes part of a waterfall, part of the moonlight that caresses my body in stolen time and runaway moments,
Part of life – part of lust
Mirror mirror on the wall who was the rebel among them all?
Free fall to drop zone, driving speed free zones, breathing, doting on life,
I shed my old skin and dress myself this time
The arms of life (time) move me towards a Dark hole,
It embraces me with a hint of haste….
I now look at our “forced friendship” hourly, and my memories Are more frequent,
My room now only an extension of my coffin,
another space before I Embrace my long waiting “friend”
I take your hand without a fight,
I am tired, I have lived……..I have loved,
I was loved…………
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