Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "OLD LOVE!"
OLD LOVE, wrinkled, regret-nailed, a plastic old portrait in a Palazzo-forgotten, UN-inhabited -old, deserted wing, forgotten, desirous of viewing, a locket on a Bela-corpse in a crypt where no flowers bloom?
Old Love, DEATH-with a GRIN, a rictus, an out-take, an Age when youth began, a fade of Time, that lost Ducat or Dime, "Yo-Traveller! Who pass on by?" from the earth-discovers Love's truth, a lie?
Old Love still sing in your ears, that RING; "a le recherche du temps perdu", lost in its dream that still reaches out to U? Entangled that Soul, Icarus, with waxwing, falling from the sky!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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