Energy can’t be created or destroyed.
Like Beauty there is just so much to spare.

I watch her slender form, skin golden tanned
Limbs firm and strong as she effortlessly glides past
Through a long spring green tunnel of graceful boughs
Soft emerald light filters through flickering leaves
Illuminating her freckled face as she throws it back.
Hair a flaming murmuration flocks around slender neck
*******, still forming a glimpse of womanhood ahead
Her shorts stretched over swelling hips and perfect ***.
She glances in my direction, I freezer before her form.
Soft green eyes, lips a rosy plump perfect Cupid’s bow.
I gasp, like a pensioner seeing a perfect mountain view.
I pull my legs close to me feeling the growing man.
My hair shaved short. Short back and sides, my fathers call.
I tug it, pulling, dreaming of it stretching out my cascading wish
Touching myself, feeling through my tee shirt as I make my wish
But no, nothing grows. Nothing to fill my empty cups
I could try and speak but what animal grunt would erupt
She in her perfection a reminder of what I will never be.

In a world where only so much beauty can flow
I feel my energy dissipate, dissolve and fade away.