Passed Life
Passed Life
by Robert Denton (October 2014)
I've walked through the wasteland,
Where after 34 years I found you
Stretched out on a bed of memories
And covered with a sheet of youthful dreams.
I remember my adolescent fantasies
Unable to bring to fruition the expression
Of my aching young heart
Yet physically I erupted in convulsive screams.
To what extent do these events
Affect the formation of my perversions?
To what extent does the psyche of youthful eroticism
Carry on into wishful fulfilment in adulthood?
Am I so barren that I must unlock
The vault of regret and release such a distant past?
This journey started with the imagination of your touch.
Your pretty face coaxing me forward as I wished you would.
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