The old ones emerge naked,
he's awaiting the young one
naked upstairs waiting
for love to come upon her.
The old ones he fears most
even when he’s inside.
There is no end to doubt
that leaves him flaccid,
waiting while she waits
upstairs, the storm coming,
as he will be coming in her,
and she says he’s lightning
striking her as thunder booms
frightening the old ones only,
of whom he is only one,
though male, his wand drawn
and within her, the young one
he wishes he had already met
before she met her two curs
slavering over her like a meal.
Esperanza
(28 January 2014)
copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander
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