Youth, or the fleeting thereof

10/28/2015 § Leave a comment

She takes one long drag of the cigarette

then wears the smoke over her face like a veil.

THERE IS NO EVIL, claims her neck tattoo

ablaze & glazed with neon sweat.

She won’t stay out long; already in her eyes

there is unrest, a hunger & a yearning

for the pull & heat of bodies other than her own,

for the rattling of bones in skin-packed darkness,

for the loud thumping music of synchopated hearts.

Is this how the young endure their youth,

bounded together by bodily graces,

each affirming the other by touch, kiss, fuck

blindly?

(But O, bright one—will you not look up and see

You will always be young?)

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