Youth 

I embody an itch

Crawling around, my skin peels back, a perfect trap, a perfect warning, a more perfect feeling

It doesn’t run dry, it moves like the tide; the ebb and flow of life’s seduction

Each heave of intention pulls right back, troublesome but monumental, the ache is sweet, the rush is sweeter

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One thought on “Youth 

  1. I love this bit : “it doesn’t run dry, it moves like the tide; the ebb and flow of life’s seduction”

    Another ocean metaphor, and such a rich and ebullient one .

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