Waving from the street, her eyes met his
Her succulent youth swung devils overhead
His mind’s rage captured them in his snare
The eyes of a woman child promised love
While the pupils of a man disguised his age
She had yet to find a reason or road to travel
The man’s road though, It was already long
What she could give him would not wash time
And what he held for her could not buy her heart
Still her eyes promised him light from the dark
His own promised but warm sheets and sin
She looked at him fondly as a fawn to a crop
He gazed back, a man child in flames full ablaze
They knew, standing there at the end of spring
They were looking for the first and last time
He wanted to show her that more lied inside him
Not only the churning of his raw guttural song
So say she believed him, for she did extend a wave
Maybe he believed himself, If time granted rescind
An old woman will tell her grandkids about that day
While the aging man takes his last breathe miles away
Largely forgotten by the clock, his stare and her eyes
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