Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?
`A B Banjo Paterson~
Bare Glitter
Silhouettes frolic as phantom hands
along curves of bareness they course
over the pigments of my skin.
Moonlight quivers copulating
with my naked neck-----
my mirror films
the age of beauty.
Wilt thou love
what time transfigured
into maturity.
Midnight showers my belly--
embracing my bare backside
like the hands of
an ancient lover.
Spinning I inspect the shades
on my tan thighs where my gaze
wanders to my lengthy flexible legs.
Wilt thou love me
even when beauty
diminishes to nothing when
I'm bare of everything---
but skin and bones.
I survey what time had transformed
a sluggish smile grazes my lips-----
that part with a heavy sigh.
Wilt thou love
my nakedness
till thy bitter end
when I am bare glitter.
