Against Time

Dear Young Man,

I saw your skin smooth like the fountain of youth,
pouring down your river,
your delicate body of water.

Your body is a peach,
ripening,
a firm seed planted in your centre,
ready to harvest in the soil of fertility.

I once took your age and manipulated it.
My skin was an innocent organ,
but my mind played ignorant instruments
and I danced to drums,
too drunk to
notice hands like yours, trembling
down my back side,
searching for my treasure.

I was a golden egg, cracking over a camp fire,
cooking from the inside, out,  flirting
with the fruit of the Earth,

and now, Young Man, I feel naivety drip from
your skin, mixing with my worn complexion as
I grind against your skin,
searching for your core,
going back,
back ward in time.

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32 thoughts on “Against Time

  1. These lines of yours touched me in every way…

    I once took your age and manipulated it.
    My skin was an innocent organ,
    but my mind played ignorant instruments
    and I danced to drums,

    Where did you come up with this? Brilliant and such a talented writer you are.

    🙂

    Tomorrow…yay!!!

  2. I loved the pictures this painted for me. Your piece flowed in my mind with such vivid and realistic images and that is what it should do. Good work!

  3. Due to my narcissism and selfishness, I almost never follow other poets. However, I can relate to this, from the opposite perspective. So I read some other things you’ve written.

    You are someone I can learn from. I respect that, you, and your work. Fantastic stuff.

    1. It looks very inviting sometimes. Other times, I treasure the knowledge I have gained with life experience. 🙂 Thanks Hollyanne!

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