you
sensuous tangle of honey
silk and white walls,
falling like sand through my fingertips
eyes dancing like the fires of hell,
i'm enraptured
"will you still love me
when i'm no longer young and
beautiful"
i clench my fists—
you, the picture of youth
a summer siren,
aphrodite's stepsister
someday entering the winter
of your life
wishing i could trap you in a bottle,
your essence
to spray on like perfume
to wear like a garment
i am dancing with decay,
wishing for the best of you







