A.G.E's Joint

Crescent moon over Primeval palmetto grove Brow beaded with sweat On this mid July night Stepping off Kilkenny Ferry She waits Past or future? Real or dream? Questions rise From rum and percocet And fear Ovaline pendant glows Between non existent breasts A young old woman Dancing circles to a silent melody. Parrying around an ancient oak, Spiraling downward Her face reflecting the pale moon Passing together Neither willing to concede The losing race. Touching ignites frenzy Modesty and civility Vanish into thin air Arms reach toward Heaven Minds race toward Hell. As the consummation plays Waking alone when the sun rises Dissolved in passion She plays among the stars In the deep memory of time. Picture- (c) Christopher H. Mitchell, Atlanta, GA, USA, 2005, 2013.