Soft skin, with even tone
freckled cheeks the sun beams toasted golden brown
lungs with power to inhale clouds
a stomach which converts energy
My body, fertile and alive, boisterous and pumping
all arms and legs and ******* and fingers.

time takes my freckles and returns to me dark moles and bags, loose skin and sagging chest
My breath is strained.
my stomach and tongue cannot convert, distill and reclaim taste ... no...
that, my dear, is heartburn..
My body aches. my heart is longing

time takes my memory
it hides my recollections away in an old film reel.
Where am i?
legs give out, brace for impact
brittle bones
time takes my aging body and lies down in a field of ageless dreams