under sun she soaks rays

ultra violet for an old skin,

back's bare, bronzed sad,

ancient the state we're in

 

young flesh moves nearby

brash rampant limbs shout:

hey! we can do this forever

our bodies know no doubt

 

we were just like that once

where did all our years go?

why do we lean or shuffle?

is it her, moving so slow?

 

the white mane annoys me

after all you can dye locks

but skin betrays the truth

life's ravages and knocks

 

that red star paint-brushes

mortal strokes of nut berry,

when she stumbles, I rue

paler days of pink cherry