Flames of youth

🌼

The line of his jaw,

As he contemplated life.

The flicker of flame

Mottled the skin of his wife.

🌷

She had danced and laughed,

While he watched her close.

Her card was marked,

her flushed cheeks that of rose.

🌹

White collars, cigars and velvet,

Hidden from view in the attic,

He ages while his real self

Plays on like some fanatic.

🌸

Ok, that was just weird. The film and this poem. I’m going to bed and will delete this post in the morning if it receives less than 10 likes, because really, one should maintain some level of calibre 🤣