let’s read
ancient tombs
naked
in the afternoon
sun

happy laughs
and witty
comebacks
meant for no
one
at all
will
flow freely
into the warm summer
air
and jump
into the minds
of our smiling
eyes

we are
not aroused
by the bodies, ****,
in front of us
and yet
the love
in between
both
is hotter
than the lust
of a thousand
petty
romances

you pick the camera up,
an old
and nostalgic
thing,
and I change little
when you tell me to
smile
and the shutter
clicks open and
shut

we’ll find
that picture again
later
old and wrinkly
these days
cold
with the wraith
of years

I am smiling
there
and I can’t see
you
but you’re
there
more so than I
am
and
we’ll remember
for once
the warm
youth that at one time
meant something