Lithe and Lean

How I miss those times when
We were both so lithe and lean
You'd wear a mean expression
Moody lenses, then we'd laugh
And throw ourselves upon,
Backwards in the sun,
Balancing bowls of olives
Dripping on our bellies,
Soaking up the sun
And fun, was always
In our smiles and glee
That we could be so free.
Love is an expression
Not a deepening depression
As skies grew every greyer.
Such immoderate lives
We thrived and dashed into
Curling waves, just to ride
The sheer escalation
When we were young and lithe.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 15:15

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