..... and maybe an alien will find a particle of my fossilised bone come down in a shower of meteorites on their planet ....extract my DNA and regrow me in their lab.... and I could become their pet.

Injected teenage love
still runs around this heart
older now through experience-
not superior, just the ravages and highs of time
spent simply living.
But teenage love was lived and never forgotten-
how could it be any other way-
this oldering heart knows a thing or two about love-
and is wise enough to know nothing, in the end.

A smile for the frowners
A flower for the thorns
Only around the kind do you use your horns