Almost
Ancient

Rain Poppies

the dark words elf
i keep company in
sharp young minds
pretty face glance,
firm bodies touch
warm spirits mix
my elixir of souls.
it keeps me young
—almost.

survival imperative,
or old fool delusion
daydreams sweet
me an angel hides
her face by day;
lost demon loves
in night-time wails
"what might i give
—in fair return?"

jenni ~ Nov1997 ©


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