Age is the peddler’s enemy:
covenants made
in the shades of entwined bodies
dwindle now
that the mouth is not so comely;
now that the flesh is used, emulsified
and bleached to petrification,
and the charming guffaws
on loan from salesmanship
have yellowed
to transparency,
it is time to find another
as weathered and incapable of being loved:
it is time to find a home.
1 comments:
Beautiful use of language and very potent.
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