Forever

I long to be an old woman Fingers stricken by wrinkles and skin memory of past love I want to gaze longingly into the Miamian sunset and ponder on missed chances I want to make cheesecake a long forgotten friend i venture back to with fondness every fortnight or so I want to fall into trivialities like bingo or muffin making To die beach side and ancient so that blood memory awakens And with my last breath ecstasy implodes and i become the last generation again The clock isn't real Its digits are manmade And with it comes functionality like we are predestined to coup against I will be your old lady And you will be that soft, young ear that my razor blade lined drivel will fall against