Age Sabotage

I meet a young man from Canterbury,
He leaves me with such frenzy and fury,
A lion so courageous is he,
I wonder how long together we will be.

Again I find someone their age unlike me,
I fret for one day he will go to farewell our time,
Am I sabotaging my happiness this way,
Is the universe testing my character I dare say.

Perhaps I must walk away now and hurt no more,
Ethics and morals I decree as my law,
A social construction no need be a limit,
Yet my instinct says the contrary oh god dammit!

We seem so perfect in so many ways,
His charisma, his mind blow me away,
Physically the chemistry is gratifyingly intense,
His taste, his smell leave me blindingly entrenched.

His age discriminates and leaves me wondering,
To end it now to save a future blundering,
To do so will require a greater person than I,
To my grave I will crave for him and on earth I will die.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2006 MCARB