A matrimony inside mausoleum doors
I feel the draft come seething in waves
All God's memories of me are fleeting
Floating into a plastic swimming pool
Back when the grass was teething
The sun scoured my young eyesight
Sunbeams echoing off the shallows
Excitement of summer was palpable
All was fresh & bright, a meandering
Voyeur-viewing the simulation
I feel the itchy friction of desire
Twinging in all the right places
As cowardice & collapse take me over
the clamoring water's edge