Forever Young, by Bobbi Kitten

Photo by Sydney Irene, courtesy of Damn the Witch Siren

I used to feel immortal

a twenty something teen

I used to do backflips

off the high dive

always smacking my teeth

I didn't think about the future

I didn't think- what if I miss?

I only greeted the cold bed of needles

like a hot July kiss.

I used to drink the everything

revere the whiskey as my poetry

I used to draw all of my inspiration

from the moonlight

and getting fucked up with you

burgundy Chablis

I didn't think about the morning

I didn't think about the drive

I only wished that we could push faster

shifting gears hard between my thighs.

 I used to think I knew myself

a twenty something scream

I used to throw my head way back

like I was waking myself up from a dream

Now I close my eyes for tomorrow

I cry for everything

I still believe that love can last forever

But dreams are the trappings

that will never set you free