The Painted Skin
Every so often we paint our skin
trying to cover our ages in secrecy
those halcyon days will never come again
lost in the pores of undulating skin
what brings us youthfulness once again
remains an enigma deep within the abyss
where no one can retrieve his pilfered gold
but be fraught with debilitating powers
as a pernicious energy is pulling him back
to the after-world, to where no one knows,
but isn't beauty the apex of being alive
that gives you the elaborate and florid details
the opulent taste of being so young
having the flair to cover the ages with chemicals
forever, no matter how long the years are,
living spuriously, but happily
taking back the love when we are born
