Age Before Beauty

You’re so handsome, yet you have eyes for me.
And you’re the right size for me, your face upturned
for kisses, my back bent as to a fountain.

I hope you’ll stay, I guess, through all my days
though that would mean you’d have to face an end
you’ll come to see one day from miles away.

Right now it seems limitless, our time together,
you talking to me about anything but the weather,
me mining myself for reminiscences that you’re
as hungry for as you are for the helpless attention

I pay you, so pleasantly uncomfortable for us both. 
You see our future in the world as it is. My last
impressions of love you’ve made my first. We don’t
care to know how to get out of this.

 

ONE ART: A Journal of Poetry