Fifty -Two! Poem by Flencirose Basera

He was fifty-two (52) !
Actually going twenty-five!
I was lodged somewhere in-between!
Who is worrying about age here!
Those eyes!
Deep sunken and seeking!
Strong messages conveyed!
My antenna can receive the signal!
Well tune in and let it flow!
Words are not said!
A smile that creates lines at the edges!
Those lines denotes a maturity beyond age!
Always standing with the clubs seeking and chatting!
That figure chiselled for the King's soldier!
Cool controlled and ready!
One glance and I look away!
Those eyes wow!
In silence we speak more than words!
Time passes by!
We flirt in and out of each other's life like dancers!
Acknowledgement in silence
The pressure is too much!
If only I could!
Then courage took control and few words were said!
Fire and brimstone!
Chocolate brown!
Resistance snapped one dance!
Fate was sealed!
What's my name?
How old are you?
52
It echoes 52 going 25!