Somewhere In This City


Somewhere in this city,
an old woman fades,
lying on a divan,
dying of life.
Her mind dances the years.
She half remembers 
the thrust of young lovers
deep and hard inside her
and she gasps.
Her gray hair becomes 
once more a swirling,
lustrous, blond pool,
her thighs quake,
her breath quickens.

She beams and shudders
a tremor of pleasure,
gasps and moans
her way fearlessly 
towards death.

An old woman on a divan
whose dying flesh
remembers life and smiles.

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