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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cloaks Of 23</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want you<br>but I know you<br>suspect this already<br>taking bites of it like<br>a ripe delicious apple<br>with those perfect teeth<br>looking at me<br>through the bedroom eyes<br>of nonchalant youth<br>feasting on admiration<br>and attention<br>from us over thirties<br>who crave in you<br>our last grasp at the youth<br>which was once ours; <br>now consoling ourselves<br>with work, money or security, <br>thinking just maybe<br>you'd swap the latters<br>for the true love of the<br>young men who surround you<br>in their twenties.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youth never understands<br>that age<br>does not abandon its own youth<br>rather<br>our older faces relentlessly<br>cover its relentless<br>insurgencies smashing our illusions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it is not<br>just you we crave<br>but our own fading youth<br>you represent<br>as we find ourselves meandering down the years<br>our minds fixed on how we were<br>at 17 or 23.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The body defeats<br>ultimately our youthful sense of agelessness<br>but that is something that can never be explained<br>to young girls of 23.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fact if you approached most of us<br>we would blush and flee<br>because it is not you we crave<br>but our own young selves<br>at 17 and 23-<br>selves which abandoned us<br>for the cheap price of fleeting years<br>leaving us as oarless dingys<br>floating on an aging seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So as we<br>console our sorrow<br>with money or power<br>which do not sate<br>we, too, gaze back longingly; <br>youthful pasts<br>represented by you<br>clad now in only our poor cloak<br>for what was once<br>our own youthful<br>youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So pass now<br>sweet sprite<br>by these older eyes-<br>apple core<br>to the ground-<br>because those seeds within<br>shall be rightfully<br>sewn<br>by other younger<br>youth's hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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but I know you
suspect this already
taking bites of it like
a ripe delicious apple
with those perfect teeth
looking at me
through the bedroom eyes
of nonchalant youth
feasting on admiration
and attention
from us over thirties
who crave ..."></div>
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