You've aged me one million this minute, my dear. For you were my time before time had begun, Your approval my watchword, my moon and my sun. My cartelidged bones, once supple, now snap when I shiver; 5 The boys on the block wear thick Santa beards, The pup that I kissed whelps broken-hipped in my hands; I see them grow agued, and myself grow unbrave, Full of hard wisdom and friends in the grave. The hourglass pours eons in my ancient eyes, 10 I, who first saw you and leapt like a panther! Like fated black clockhands, together we dashed (At midnight my rest is murdered quietly). I, who was once as timeless as laughter And lived in quartz crystal; that crystal is smashed.
From the collection "The Sword Inside"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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