Feb. 23, 2012
The Ageless at Heart
P.O. Box May You Never
Turn-The-Other, Cheek.
The smell of coffee, a grandfather clock; His Old
Spice is enticing, but what that of his brother’s?
Caribbean clear eyes; youthful rouge cheeks. You are much too young for me. I can’t share my age with you.
You are the wiser, but my youth is
piddling. Let it be.
Silently sorry,
-AS-
