Only days and he turns seventy-five
now that he’s resigned himself to an art
so dependent on the genie his wand
coveted. Kurosawa told Bergman,
Live to be eighty, begin your second
Esperanza takes the love
from him, and as seed builds high he fucks her
slowly with love’s deliberate fury.
Words pour out of the imagination.
Does she give him new life? Five years to go.
(27 December 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander