Lucky Bones

The Lover

27 the lover When I was young blood-driven and obsessed by devils bucking in my veins I burned to be caressed Old bones & flesh I’ll beat you yet Scarlet skirts that blazed like capes before a bull would make me paw the earth: I felt so powerful Now my blood is dust but still my slower pulse throbs to the beat of lust with less results Old bones & flesh I’ll beat you yet I may not ever get the philosophic mind though winter’s ice will set and ice is blind When I’m old bed-ridden & forgiven by women wrapped in shawls I’ll repent & go to heaven 28 and when I see God dancing I’ll tell Her like a friend God the game’s worth the candle but tiring in the end Old bones & flesh I’ll beat you yet ...