Romeo


I am old
you are
kisingyoung
like stags
we walk
through
wilderness
with the
knowledge
of the other
My age drips
like sugar plums
yours is passion
and emblazoned
fury
in bed
you lay covered
with crisp sheets
face disguised
pets leaps between
us
removing our
expected
conclusion
passion is a tide
pool filled with many
wonders
I am old
and you are
young
yet aren’t we
simply
children