The terminal trap

In between
and then it’s
a rampage
where old age
meets the dawn
the teenager
starts to dream
of the night.

She was right and
I do remember
the heat of her skin
the flickering eyes
when she flinched
let me in,
she was right
one can’t forget
that first time

and it was on the Rhine
or the Rhone
can’t remember the river
just the shivers
and the shakes and
how the mind aches when the
body fails.

in the fall of seventy two
when I knew who I was and
where I was going and
the wind howled about me
and it started snowing
she started showing me how,

it was a long time ago
but I remember
in between.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.