We struggle to appear
as golden embers gone beyond
days of the christchild drawing near
when we get old…winter nights
and brittle cold
drowsy days and melting ice
Februaries’ left over lights
…the dusty tree!
…the old TV!
…the ornaments for rats and mice;
an old man trying hard to pee
worries about a winter fall
…the slippery fracture of it all!
A love that lasts eternity
gets foolish old these latter days.
Oh creature of my heart, I see
that deep orgasm of the dark
…a prayer as good as opium!, your kiss
which keeps all silent bliss
…we disappear into the haze.
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