The Blessed

Golden promise
oozes from every crack
of undecided destiny.
It leaps from your eyes,
to ride atop your aura
like some perfect wild thing,
to finally curl throbbing
at your feet.
There you recline
in your rumpled beauty,
youthfully distracted,
unaware of the insidious passenger
of time.
And I watch
with envious addiction,
tied to my longing,
forever wondering,
oh how bless-ed are the blessed…

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