On Meeting Again - Reinvent
On Meeting Again - Reinvent
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Hydraulics of emotions
Injected his heart pump
With air, with water, with gas,
Yet, the frozen motors stood still.
She was not her.
Botox, tucks and laser light,
Sculpted, moulded and abraded her sags,
Tummy stapled, silicon gel contoured her
In all the right places.
Diamond toothed, gold leafed and perfected
No secrets were left to mine.
All was soft silica, alloys and emulsions-
Plastic polymers and synthetic dyes.
The human flesh and hide-
Darned out to a rarity
In her hour glass figure,
The sands were stunned.
I was old.
An artist’s caricature of downward lines.
She was young, a Venus
Borne out of a scalpel and knife.
‘Poor three legged man,’’ she purred
Your third leg is in the grave.’’
‘Your stick is old’’
‘Where is your grand son, my love!’’