The road has eyes.
Bushes try to hide
A man and a girl
Who race to their climax.

From a window
I watch
A body on fire.
Hair the color of honey floats,
She pushes and urges
Breaks the midday silence.
Rythm is intense.
Everything holds pleasure,
Shows me the treasure of being.

Reawakened
I am pulled into new light
From inner silence.

I look again,
She walks the road.
Her face
Holds dark shadows under eyes,
Carries something
Haunting and arresting.
Is it a hint of recklessness?

He disappears into the bushes,
She moves towards the village
in a body fulfilled.

Who are they?
I might follow her.
No.
Why no?
Because I am reminded
Young is beautiful
And the tragedy of my years is
I cannot participate.
Jeunesse.