Short Derma Poems

Time and enough world. But we had
memories came, which lace at ends;
weaves that space 'tween callused derma.
Evokes at it's windowsill dust
particles. Life, I cry out.
Our story would take another;
falling into love was enough....

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How I long for days of yore,
Young at heart with open door.

Wishful, bashful, silly grin;
Wearing smooth and silky skin.

Now the years have passed me by,
My wrinkled face makes me sigh.

Cream it, stretch it, make it tight;
Purely for reflective sight.

Thinking of those times to come,
When then I can't remember some.

And even though a dermal sin,
I'll pray for crinkled skin again....

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