“I’m *****
That flirty rejoinder floats
over your disappearing
shoulder.
Thirty plus
years form the chasm
between us;
mine battered, distressed,
faded as an old picture frame;
the remainder of
yours a potential masterpiece--
highway to many horizons
with no vanishing point.
I am no more this man
before you than
I am the Fourth Horseman.
Certainly you see through
my fraud of calm indifference
and practiced control.
No beating I’ve taken
compares with that
my heart is doing right now,
remembered in a glimpse
of your legs
in ***** black stockings,
now walking away
in loose work jeans,
brushing dust
from everywhere.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
“I’m *****
That flirty rejoinder floats
over your disappearing
shoulder.
Thirty plus
years form the chasm
between us;
mine battered, distressed,
faded as an old picture frame;
the remainder of
yours a potential masterpiece--
highway to many horizons
with no vanishing point.
I am no more this man
before you than
I am the Fourth Horseman.
Certainly you see through
my fraud of calm indifference
and practiced control.
No beating I’ve taken
compares with that
my heart is doing right now,
remembered in a glimpse
of your legs
in ***** black stockings,
now walking away
in loose work jeans,
brushing dust
from everywhere.
Should probably note this entity was published in the 2011 issue of Tidal Echoes, the literary journal of UAS, along with two of my photographs.