Mrs. Robinson
I noticed her reclining in the shadows at the back of room gazing at me
Beware they said she is older than you think
Concerned
She might quiet her gnarled desires with my flesh
I gazed at her in repose
The white flesh heavy in its powder The tinge of desperation Pooled in the corner of her eye
Curious
I wanted her anyway
-Skye
René Gruau