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any subject, any length. (let’s have some fun).
golden
in fifty-one years,
my hands will be
as subtle as time
and as gentle as moonlight
in mid-july.
my fingerprints will
mark moments
without a sense of loss
or any lack of wonder.
in fact,
they will take magic
by the hand
and lead her on a dance
through memories of romance,
of elegantly clutching darkness
during astonishing summers
and slowly unraveling,
then relinquishing,
my ego.
in fifty-one years,
i will sink back into myself
like a child with a new set of eyes
and walk along the streets of brazil,
inching toward perfection,
living in a world
as delicious
and sweet
as honey.