body

from the hotter sun
radiates the warmth of love.
as my pistons pound.

life’s young frond unfurls
and stiffens with ticking time.
the end so brittle.

the single cell life
tucked into tiny corners.
and eating my soul.

the wrinkled lined face.
i don’t recognize the mask
as he stares at me.

arthritic knuckle
foreshadows encroaching age.
angst for limber mind.

a ticking soft clock
whispers of death in my ear.
rhythm of my heart.