An Ode To Youthful Skin Poem by Joshua Bantum

Her thigh’s skin,
which will eventually rot and crack like bark under the heat of time,
Is soft now, and leads to her waist holding her lips
Moistening with the slightest attention.

My eyes avert beneath her dress,
Between her legs,
She can feel in her imagination
My glance following her heat,
Circulating in her abdomen,
Stirring an itch.

She steals my eyes to hers,
As if it were my hand easing upon her soft entry,
And curled within her fist,
She tore it away fighting her desire.

Reflected in my eyes are mirrored visions in yours,
You feel the excitement as I do,
Feel me parting you,
Withdrawing from your depths of passion
A capsule of fire being sparked,
Casting a glow of pure essence
from every crevasse,
and I bask in it alike all artists,
in their creation,
harnessing the all encompassing chaos of eternity,
diverting pure energy into perpetual motion for only a moment,
creating one second of bliss.

This proof of perfection I’ve persuaded from the universe,
As an alchemist,
As a simple fool,
I’ve drawn from the bud of your premature beauty
The essence that bees seek,

And in that memory of your poisonous nectar,
I get drunk and create an ode for you,
The women in the café,
Far too young for me,
Who’s thighs glow radiate like a neglected star
Starving for eyes to be unsheathed.

I


I finish breathless.

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