Prose Poem: Joie de Vivre

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Joie de Vivre

I look into your eyes of lion; it feels like baring my soul. Pulling away layers of history, things to you unknown. I remember sixteen; hunger pacing her reviled prison, dreams bleeding out to a porcelain judge. Then you came along, the world bursting gold. You made it seem a game, life a journey on which we never need behave. You, a buoy in the tides of my decay. Twenty years later and ‘how have you been?’ steals my tongue from its calcified cage. How could it be? You grew old like me. Gods aren’t meant to age.

by Michelle Beltano Curtis

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A poem about when someone who's become bigger than life in your memories walks back into your life after 20 years.

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