Rusted Lust
Rusted Lust
Lust?
When did we last lust,
Days?
Months?
Years?
I remember not,
But then,
The memories come,
Wild,
Clear,
Daring,
Haunting.
My hands fail me,
I stoop,
I lost my step,
I remember well,
When I had my teeth,
How it captured,
Your tongue.
My voice trembles,
Its steady not,
I can't stand for a minute,
I remember well,
Decades ago,
When your wails awoke the kids,
My heart pounds,
But not as years ago,
After hours of pure bliss.
Now we're aged and wasted,
Our bones tell the story
With squeaky steps,
Our eyes tell the story with blurred visions,
Now our memory fails,
Sometimes I forget all but your name,
But I am happy our son got a bride,
Hope he'll cherish her,
As I did you,
Before we die and rot away,
Lets carve each other,
In stone,
And live unscathed,
Thereafter...
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