Jenne Kaivo


I Have Seen A Moment In My Old Age - Poem by Jenne Kaivo

Underneath the swinging trees
we lie limply in the cool
of shade, and of the simple breeze.

It seems that time has not been cruel.
I am still possessed of quiet lust
as we lie limply in the cool.

Some had said the years would turn me dust.
But, despite the aching in my flesh
I am still possessed of quiet lust.

Our trembling bodies smoothly intermesh.
My eyes decay but pleasure twists them still,
despite the aching in my flesh.

No grandchildren run across the hill.
We are stretch alone, as in our youth of old.
My eyes decay, but pleasure twists them still.

Some predicted years would turn me cold.
Underneath the swinging trees
we stretch alone, as in our youth of old,
in shade, and in the simple breeze.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 17, 2005



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