Old scars

Faded to washes

Of silver

Dusting of snow on


Thicker in the chest

Leaner and hungrier

But not thirsty

I set my intention

To plant

Deep kisses into the soil of your soul

Hold the soft perfection of your face

Between my hands

And dive into the warm

Tropical ocean of your


Explore you slowly

Time has taught me

To make my actions

Purr as a falling star

And the years

My age reveal


For what exists before me

Time has made me

Slow and certain

But the spring in my step

The hooves of Pan

Play rhythms of

My bones

And you,

My maiden

Let me weave flowers

Where there is hair

To do so




viaDaily Prompt: Age

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