Café au lait on peach pale skin
The ripeness of the fleshy meat
The juice that runs so dark and sweet
Let wisdom’s wine run down the chin.
Yes, bid farewell to callow youth
Whose verdant fruit’s so bitter raw
And drape oneself in golden straw
Aged perfectly through years of truth.
9 comments:
aged perfectly through years of truth...smiles....ha...somethings do get better with age...just saying...
Such classic phrasing in this piece gives it the authenticity of form poetry. I really enjoyed this poem.
Wonderful and wise.
Gracias
Apart from love, nothing can beat the truth. I so appreciate being told it instead of lies.
This reads like wine ages... perfectly.
Lovely Poetry.
Absolutely perfect. Many of the sentiments I am feeling myself right now. But I still consider myself a callow adult.
Wise words that roll off the tongue so nicely with this form. I really enjoyed this read!
Enjoying your beautiful words......
*hugs*
Mimi
Ah! Those of us that are aged less than perfectly think that perhaps delusion can age too!
Well done. k,
Wonderful words Lolamouse - so beautifully written.
Well done!
Anna :o]
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