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.
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