
08/17/2024
Sometimes I can feel it slipping away, this life, this existence, this slice of pie on earth. Maybe it’s the heavy thunderstorm from last night or love gasping for strength through these two years, but it’s slipping, make no mistake, it’s slipping.
It’s bound to happen at this age - as the younger move into the fast lanes - where once I was - where music played l***y and strong through the speakers at the clubs where I danced in my youth.
So…oh well… I will let it slip away, at its own pace for I see it’s being kind. Besides, I’ve had my foot on the pedal plenty and now I seek relief.
But most nights - like tonight - I want to be in those shoes, those tight clothes and feel the heat of the lovers who will come into my life, of the babies who will be born, of the parents who must be mourned and the brutal thrill of raising children.
I will let it slip away, even tonight, but first let my hand reach for the distant pounding as I remember and moan in the ecstasy of its release.
“Make No Mistake”, sdw