Somewhere in this city,
an old woman lies dying of
                                   life.
Her mind dances across years.
She half remembers young lovers
deep and hard inside her
and she gasps.
                        Her grey hair
becomes once more
a lustrous black pool.
She smiles and shudders
a tremor of pure pleasure,
gasps again and smiles
her way fearlessly towards
                                   death.

  ~mce