Age Like Wine

arms in chainlinked fashion marching outwards on the soft floor. Oh, the sublime depravity of it all above the waist seems forbidden. I am robbing it. the aqua blue green mirror waits. at the hip, patient. telling the sky how it looks. inhibitions lose themselves, the loss brings euphoric relief. I open my eyes to the aquatic sting. your outer lines are dull submerged and censored in brief, airless time. and so here we smile, and age like wine.