Too old to dance too young too die.

Too old to dance
too young to die
caught within a
glass vase of timeless
love, the body has
aged but the mind
remains spinning
at the tea dances
of yesteryear.
Passion dances in
the front seat of an
ancient car, kisses of lust,
desire. Her lips speak
of Dionysis his
tongue Aphrodite
and their wrinkled
skin tells of a lifetime
of need consumed
through the presence
of touch.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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