Orange Crush Dreams
Crow feet kissed eyes that sparkle with a sip,
Retreat the gray hair and plump hips,
Restored legs strong and agile,
Breasts perky and firm,
We sip again, retiring in that virginal time.
An age of innocence,
Ere our journey on adulthood’s path,
Burrowed into chaotic purgatory.
Dusted with battered souls and broken hearts,
Material needs, money, power and pain.
An age of wisdom.
Love the elixir to the mire of living,
Safe in a hug, wonder in an anthill, joy a first kiss.
We sip slowly, thawed by loves youth.
Enigma of living, frothy Orange Crush dreams.
dlt © Feb. 10 2005
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