Age Spots

A Woman's face withers
upon a morning sun
while hot coffee stains
her teeth as she comes
to terms with life.

She counts the veins
in her hands as she reads
each memory, like a novel
based on a strangers
journey; cant possibly be
her own.

She covers edges of her body
with cotton and lace, to design
miracles and age with a touch
of class; all the while she wonders-

am I growing older?

These circles around her eyes
devour her soul like a tree in
a thunderstorm, as arthritis
rages between her rigor mortise
limbs-

as her lover looks over and says;

You are so beautiful.