Old age love <br /> <br />His palms are resting place <br />The hair above neck curled <br />He shouts: <br />'I will be born of a hatching machine if I can; not of woman.' <br />A lightening in the sky of his eyes; nimbus clouds on his lips <br />Sea waves on his forehead and he roars <br />Wind in mountains, not a lion anymore: <br />'Yes I would and...' <br />In my mind I see him, his past. <br />Forty years march on the screen, the jokes and fights for fun. <br />Nothing is the same <br />Whiter than normal are his small false teeth. <br />Words shiver slipping through them: <br />'She cheated me...' <br />'She' alternates between girlfriend and wife. <br />A seventeen-year-old-relation with a girlfriend; married with a wavy life. <br />It is nothing, not at all, simply nothing, invisible ether and fog in the sun. <br />Wife has just found out <br />He wrote to her 'You don't deserve a Pilot and General, live with that cripples tailoring labor.' <br />He talks of his married lover of years; not of wife. <br />'I wrote to all of her Facebook friends too.' <br />His arms two wings; they separate and flap <br />They fan the flame; his corpse fire. <br />Flames grow high, tall, taller; taller. <br />He evaporates, a drop in a hot oven <br />Torn between two women <br />'I'll never touch a woman, ever.' <br />He is furnace, fire, colorful, outside frozen snow. <br />Scarlet flames turn yellow then smoke and death. <br /> <br />'Love at old age betrays.' <br />I believe what I'd heard.<br /><br />Nassy Fesharaki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-age-love/
