We were young souls once,
Roving in a land of crystal grass,
Lying and sitting up,
Obsessed with each other's scent of sweat,
Falling eyes and impulsive nakedness.
Energetic souls, ready to run miles,
Plucking flowers of remembrance
And then throwing them away for nature's sake.
Then comes a night when I make you mine,
Forever, we unite digging deep into each other
And merging like rain and sea…
Heavy rain silent sea,
Silent rain violent sea.
Once, but not now, for
My buttocks lay on a wheelchair and your breasts
Have fallen prey to gravity,
We don't run for we can't,
But we walk, together
For your wrinkled hands look
Good on these tainted shoulders of mine…
You pull me close by pushing me every day,
Through the murky valleys of the nearing end…
Still we are young souls, gazing at the mirror
of adulthood with drowsy eyes,
walking for a new
Land of crystal grass that lies beyond.
Where we can run again,
Lie again; naked, with love