I am flesh again...
I am primped and preened and turning blue.
Unfinished symphonies and mulled wine.
Sipping leisure with slipping time.
I cover my eyes with lace and silk.
My body quivers against the purest milk.
Unread love letters lay in the bottom
of her drawer.
A lifetime spent wondering what words could do.
A lock of hair, a tender sigh for the ages.
Shaking hands to see shaking heads.
You shall be saved.
I shall never return.
The declining years are in for the long haul.
