“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Monday, September 2, 2013

Still Glowing

               
 
 

Our Lost Jungle prompt Here





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We thought we invented love-
sex wasn't crashing waves and rockets
till our epic romance.
We felt sorry for the old people
grey hair, wrinkled skin
settled in, settled for
old fogies, establishment,
who surely
never did
never would
love as we.
Never get old,
never get old,
we vowed...
but now
take a peek
the fire still glows.