Capture Time Poem by Irina Utkina

Here they come
Dressed and just a bit
Naked
Flawless, rageless, regardless,
No regrets we have,
They say
Look at that mirror
What you see there is just you
Look. They say
Don't you want to salivate these lips
Don't you wish to have this in your bed
No.
You are sick.
Another time you say
You'd like to
And they say that
You are
Selfish.
A sacred ritual of life is
Accepting what you are
They say
And you decline.
You dodge yourself
It's easier
Just if you bought
A win lottery ticket
You knew
Without ticking a tick
On it.
You win.