Ghost-blue birch

Age dances on your face

in the form of forgotten laughs

and remembered tears.

 

Your body still burns

the flames of youth,

sparked by desire unspeakable and

the dark unknowable, nestled deep in you.

 

The smoke sneaks out of you –

the smell of beautiful burning birch –

as the fire dances

forever

deep within your ghost-blue eyes.

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