Wednesday, February 22, 2012


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,