Backwards
then Forwards
The
appreciation of beauty increases with age
Looking
back there’s wonderment
The faces
loved were appreciated and desired
But now I
look back and, never realized
I study
the faces and form in pictures reflecting the past
A feeling
of happiness flashes and I’m flushed
I
remember the lips and bits designed to emote
I wish
that the past could return each week for a ‘nite
It’s a
curious turn that surprises
Its
pictures of Dorian Grey in personal reprises
But too I
know now what happened and where they went
I’m sad
about those lost and others I’ll never again touch
Beauty
isn’t skin deep when nights are fondly remembered
Its
eternity because time disappears, lit by passion’s embers
They’re
all within my personal sanctum
The past
haunts and kisses, the future releases
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